Sure there is none but fears a future state; And when the most obdurate swear they do not, Their trembling hearts belie their boasting tongues.
JOHN DRYDENContent with poverty, my soul I arm; And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.
More John Dryden Quotes
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Deathless laurel is the victor’s due.
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For they can conquer who believe they can.
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Blown roses hold their sweetness to the last.
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Honor is but an empty bubble.
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Truth is the object of our understanding, as good is of our will; and the understanding can no more be delighted with a lie than the will can choose an apparent evil.
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Death ends our woes, and the kind grave shuts up the mournful scene.
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War is the trade of kings.
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Reason is a crutch for age, but youth is strong enough to walk alone.
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A man is to be cheated into passion, but to be reasoned into truth.
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Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is with thoughts of what may be.
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Old as I am, for ladies’ love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet.
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The trumpet’s loud clangor Excites us to arms.
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For your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to me.
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For age but tastes of pleasures youth devours.
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Old age creeps on us where we think it night.
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