And plenty makes us poor.
JOHN DRYDENLong pains, with use of bearing, are half eased.
More John Dryden Quotes
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When I consider life, it is all a cheat. Yet fooled with hope, people favor this deceit.
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Mighty things from small beginnings grow.
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What precious drops are those, Which silently each other’s track pursue, Bright as young diamonds in their faint dew?
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But love’s a malady without a cure.
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Time and death shall depart and say in flying Love has found out a way to live, by dying.
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Shame on the body for breaking down while the spirit perseveres.
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All flowers will droop in the absence of the sun that waked their sweets.
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It is a madness to make fortune the mistress of events, because in herself she is nothing, can rule nothing, but is ruled by prudence.
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A man is to be cheated into passion, but to be reasoned into truth.
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Keen appetite And quick digestion wait on you and yours.
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Freedom which in no other land will thrive, Freedom an English subject’s sole prerogative.
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Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise!
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Reason is a crutch for age, but youth is strong enough to walk alone.
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Repartee is the soul of conversation.
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Those who write ill, and they who ne’er durst write, Turn critics out of mere revenge and spite.
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Dancing is the poetry of the foot.
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Set all things in their own peculiar place, and know that order is the greatest grace.
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Trust reposed in noble natures obliges them the more.
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I’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.
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Beware of the fury of the patient man.
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He was exhaled; his great Creator drew His spirit, as the sun the morning dew.
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A happy genius is the gift of nature.
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I saw myself the lambent easy light Gild the brown horror, and dispel the night.
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Zeal, the blind conductor of the will.
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The winds are out of breath.
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They first condemn that first advised the ill.
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