Pity melts the mind to love.
JOHN DRYDENPity melts the mind to love.
JOHN DRYDENHe invades authors like a monarch; and what would be theft in other poets is only victory in him.
JOHN DRYDENAll objects lose by too familiar a view.
JOHN DRYDENYouth, beauty, graceful action seldom fail: But common interest always will prevail; And pity never ceases to be shown To him who makes the people’s wrongs his own.
JOHN DRYDENMighty things from small beginnings grow.
JOHN DRYDENDeath ends our woes, and the kind grave shuts up the mournful scene.
JOHN DRYDENThey that possess the prince possess the laws.
JOHN DRYDENTake not away the life you cannot give: For all things have an equal right to live.
JOHN DRYDENAs one that neither seeks, nor shuns his foe.
JOHN DRYDENHe was exhaled; his great Creator drew His spirit, as the sun the morning dew.
JOHN DRYDENSo softly death succeeded life in her, She did but dream of heaven, and she was there.
JOHN DRYDENBut far more numerous was the herd of such, Who think too little, and who talk too much.
JOHN DRYDENHe trudged along unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went, for want of thought.
JOHN DRYDENThe thought of being nothing after death is a burden insupportable to a virtuous man.
JOHN DRYDENHim of the western dome, whose weighty sense Flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence.
JOHN DRYDENOf all the tyrannies on human kind the worst is that which persecutes the mind.
JOHN DRYDEN