No government has ever been, or can ever be, wherein time-servers and blockheads will not be uppermost.
JOHN DRYDENWelcome, thou kind deceiver! Thou best of thieves; who, with an easy key, Dost open life, and, unperceived by us, Even steal us from ourselves.
More John Dryden Quotes
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But when to sin our biased nature leans, The careful Devil is still at hand with means; And providently pimps for ill desires.
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War is the trade of kings.
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All authors to their own defects are blind.
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So the false spider, when her nets are spread, deep ambushed in her silent den does lie.
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The glorious lamp of heaven, the radiant sun, Is Nature’s eye.
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Virtue is her own reward.
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All flowers will droop in the absence of the sun that waked their sweets.
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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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Never was patriot yet, but was a fool.
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Riches cannot rescue from the grave, which claims alike the monarch and the slave.
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Self-defense is Nature’s eldest law.
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All, as they say, that glitters is not gold.
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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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Virtue in distress, and vice in triumph make atheists of mankind.
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Truth is never to be expected from authors whose understanding is warped with enthusiasm.
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Secret guilt is by silence revealed.
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Of all the tyrannies on human kind the worst is that which persecutes the mind.
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They think too little who talk too much.
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To die for faction is a common evil, But to be hanged for nonsense is the devil.
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Fame then was cheap, and the first comer sped; And they have kept it since by being dead.
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A farce is that in poetry which grotesque (caricature) is in painting. The persons and actions of a farce are all unnatural, and the manners false, that is, inconsistent with the characters of mankind; and grotesque painting is the just resemblance of this.
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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.
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Freedom which in no other land will thrive, Freedom an English subject’s sole prerogative.
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Merit challenges envy.
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And love’s the noblest frailty of the mind.
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Our souls sit close and silently within, And their own web from their own entrails spin; And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such, That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch.
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