What precious drops are those, Which silently each other’s track pursue, Bright as young diamonds in their faint dew?
JOHN DRYDENHushed as midnight silence.
More John Dryden Quotes
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The secret pleasure of a generous act Is the great mind’s great bribe.
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Bold knaves thrive without one grain of sense, But good men starve for want of impudence.
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There is a pleasure in being mad, which none but madmen know.
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Merit challenges envy.
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Much malice mingled with a little wit Perhaps may censure this mysterious writ.
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We by art unteach what Nature taught.
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And write whatever Time shall bring to pass With pens of adamant on plates of brass.
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Great wits are sure to madness near allied, and thin partitions do their bounds divide.
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For all the happiness mankind can gain Is not in pleasure, but in rest from pain.
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Death ends our woes, and the kind grave shuts up the mournful scene.
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He who would search for pearls must dive below.
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God never made his work for man to mend.
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Nor is the people’s judgment always true: the most may err as grossly as the few.
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Every language is so full of its own proprieties that what is beautiful in one is often barbarous, nay, sometimes nonsense, in another.
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If you have lived, take thankfully the past. Make, as you can, the sweet remembrance last.
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