All empire is no more than power in trust.
JOHN DRYDENBlown roses hold their sweetness to the last.
More John Dryden Quotes
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All empire is no more than power in trust.
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Kings fight for empires, madmen for applause.
JOHN DRYDENKings fight for empires, madmen for applause.
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Pity only on fresh objects stays, but with the tedious sight of woes decays.
JOHN DRYDENPity only on fresh objects stays, but with the tedious sight of woes decays.
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The secret pleasure of a generous act Is the great mind’s great bribe.
JOHN DRYDENThe secret pleasure of a generous act Is the great mind’s great bribe.
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If by the people you understand the multitude, the hoi polloi, ’tis no matter what they think; they are sometimes in the right, sometimes in the wrong; their judgment is a mere lottery.
JOHN DRYDENIf by the people you understand the multitude, the hoi polloi, ’tis no matter what they think; they are sometimes in the right, sometimes in the wrong; their judgment is a mere lottery.
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Repartee is the soul of conversation.
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There’s a proud modesty in merit; averse from asking, and resolved to pay ten times the gifts it asks.
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Love and Time with reverence use, Treat them like a parting friend: Nor the golden gifts refuse Which in youth sincere they send: For each year their price is more, And they less simple than before.
JOHN DRYDENLove and Time with reverence use, Treat them like a parting friend: Nor the golden gifts refuse Which in youth sincere they send: For each year their price is more, And they less simple than before.
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Self-defense is Nature’s eldest law.
JOHN DRYDENSelf-defense is Nature’s eldest law.
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None but the brave deserve the fair.
JOHN DRYDENNone but the brave deserve the fair.
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Of all the tyrannies on human kind the worst is that which persecutes the mind.
JOHN DRYDENOf all the tyrannies on human kind the worst is that which persecutes the mind.
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Old as I am, for ladies’ love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet.
JOHN DRYDENOld as I am, for ladies’ love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet.
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He is a perpetual fountain of good sense.
JOHN DRYDENHe is a perpetual fountain of good sense.
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Old age creeps on us where we think it night.
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Nothing to build, and all things to destroy.
JOHN DRYDENNothing to build, and all things to destroy.
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Content with poverty, my soul I arm; And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.
JOHN DRYDENContent with poverty, my soul I arm; And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.
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