Here lies my wife: here let her lie! Now she’s at rest, and so am I.
JOHN DRYDENHere lies my wife: here let her lie! Now she’s at rest, and so am I.
JOHN DRYDENVirtue is her own reward.
JOHN DRYDENFor secrets are edged tools, And must be kept from children and from fools.
JOHN DRYDENAmong our crimes oblivion may be set.
JOHN DRYDENWhat, start at this! when sixty years have spread. Their grey experience o’er thy hoary head? Is this the all observing age could gain? Or hast thou known the world so long in vain?
JOHN DRYDENAll objects lose by too familiar a view.
JOHN DRYDENSculptors are obliged to follow the manners of the painters, and to make many ample folds, which are unsufferable hardness, and more like a rock than a natural garment.
JOHN DRYDENI saw myself the lambent easy light Gild the brown horror, and dispel the night.
JOHN DRYDENFaith is to believe what you do not yet see: the reward for this faith is to see what you believe. Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace.
JOHN DRYDENOnly man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is with thoughts of what may be.
JOHN DRYDENHe is a perpetual fountain of good sense.
JOHN DRYDENLove is not in our choice but in our fate.
JOHN DRYDENMerit challenges envy.
JOHN DRYDENVirgil and Horace were the severest writers of the severest age.
JOHN DRYDENWhen a man’s life is under debate, The judge can ne’er too long deliberate.
JOHN DRYDENIf all the world be worth thy winning. / Think, oh think it worth enjoying: / Lovely Thaïs sits beside thee, / Take the good the gods provide thee.
JOHN DRYDEN