Deathless laurel is the victor’s due.
JOHN DRYDENDeathless laurel is the victor’s due.
JOHN DRYDENAll empire is no more than power in trust.
JOHN DRYDENLove is a passion Which kindles honor into noble acts.
JOHN DRYDENKings fight for empires, madmen for applause.
JOHN DRYDENNone, none descends into himself, to find The secret imperfections of his mind: But every one is eagle-ey’d to see Another’s faults, and his deformity.
JOHN DRYDENThey that possess the prince possess the laws.
JOHN DRYDENPresent joys are more to flesh and blood Than a dull prospect of a distant good.
JOHN DRYDENTruth is never to be expected from authors whose understanding is warped with enthusiasm.
JOHN DRYDENNor is the people’s judgment always true: the most may err as grossly as the few.
JOHN DRYDENAll flowers will droop in the absence of the sun that waked their sweets.
JOHN DRYDENThere is a proud modesty in merit.
JOHN DRYDENI’m a little wounded, but I am not slain; I will lay me down to bleed a while. Then I’ll rise and fight again.
JOHN DRYDENAnd write whatever Time shall bring to pass With pens of adamant on plates of brass.
JOHN DRYDENWords are but pictures of our thoughts.
JOHN DRYDENThe thought of being nothing after death is a burden insupportable to a virtuous man.
JOHN DRYDENFiction is of the essence of poetry as well as of painting; there is a resemblance in one of human bodies, things, and actions which are not real, and in the other of a true story by fiction.
JOHN DRYDEN