None, 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 DRYDENGood sense and good-nature are never separated, though the ignorant world has thought otherwise. Good-nature, by which I mean beneficence and candor, is the product of right reason.
More John Dryden Quotes
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Men’s virtues I have commended as freely as I have taxed their crimes.
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Great souls forgive not injuries till time has put their enemies within their power, that they may show forgiveness is their own.
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Errors like straws upon the surface flow, Who would search for pearls to be grateful for often must dive below.
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Not sharp revenge, nor hell itself can find, A fiercer torment than a guilty mind, Which day and night doth dreadfully accuse, Condemns the wretch, and still the charge renews.
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No government has ever been, or can ever be, wherein time-servers and blockheads will not be uppermost.
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The glorious lamp of heaven, the radiant sun, Is Nature’s eye.
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An hour will come, with pleasure to relate Your sorrows past, as benefits of Fate.
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Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections. For love which hath ends, will have an end; whereas that which is founded on true virtue, will always continue.
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And that the Scriptures, though not everywhere Free from corruption, or entire, or clear, Are uncorrupt, sufficient, clear, entire In all things which our needful faith require.
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He invades authors like a monarch; and what would be theft in other poets is only victory in him.
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And plenty makes us poor.
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At home the hateful names of parties cease, And factious souls are wearied into peace.
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For your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to me.
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Go miser go, for money sell your soul. Trade wares for wares and trudge from pole to pole, So others may say when you are dead and gone. See what a vast estate he left his son.
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Great wits are sure to madness near allied, and thin partitions do their bounds divide.
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