And write whatever Time shall bring to pass With pens of adamant on plates of brass.
JOHN DRYDENAnd write whatever Time shall bring to pass With pens of adamant on plates of brass.
More John Dryden Quotes
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All authors to their own defects are blind.
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Those who write ill, and they who ne’er durst write, Turn critics out of mere revenge and spite.
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Sweet is pleasure after pain.
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But far more numerous was the herd of such, Who think too little, and who talk too much.
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Forgiveness to the injured does belong; but they ne’er pardon who have done wrong.
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For those whom God to ruin has design’d, He fits for fate, and first destroys their mind.
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When I consider life, ’tis all a cheat; Yet, fooled with hope, men favour the deceit; Trust on, and think tomorrow will repay. Tomorrow’s falser than the former day.
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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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Better to hunt in fields, for health unbought, Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught, The wise, for cure, on exercise depend; God never made his work for man to mend.
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Deathless laurel is the victor’s due.
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He look’d in years, yet in his years were seen A youthful vigor, and autumnal green.
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Repentance is but want of power to sin.
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Bold knaves thrive without one grain of sense, But good men starve for want of impudence.
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Keen appetite And quick digestion wait on you and yours.
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As one that neither seeks, nor shuns his foe.
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Welcome, thou kind deceiver! Thou best of thieves; who, with an easy key, Dost open life, and, unperceived by us, Even steal us from ourselves.
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Trust reposed in noble natures obliges them the more.
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Shame on the body for breaking down while the spirit perseveres.
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Order is the greatest grace.
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What passion cannot music raise and quell!
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It is a madness to make fortune the mistress of events, because in herself she is nothing, can rule nothing, but is ruled by prudence.
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Merit challenges envy.
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The bravest men are subject most to chance.
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Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray; Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery way: Pleased with the surface, we glide swiftly on, And see the dangers that we cannot shun.
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Parting is worse than death; it is death of love!
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Never was patriot yet, but was a fool.
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