Three poets, in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn. The first in loftiness of thought surpass’d; The next, in majesty; in both the last. The force of Nature could no further go; To make a third, she join’d the former two.
JOHN DRYDENHe who would pry behind the scenes oft sees a counterfeit.
More John Dryden Quotes
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Set all things in their own peculiar place, and know that order is the greatest grace.
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Honor is but an empty bubble.
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But Shakespeare’s magic could not copied be; Within that circle none durst walk but he.
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All objects lose by too familiar a view.
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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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Youth, beauty, graceful action seldom fail: But common interest always will prevail; And pity never ceases to be shown To him who makes the people’s wrongs his own.
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Affability, mildness, tenderness, and a word which I would fain bring back to its original signification of virtue,–I mean good-nature,–are of daily use; they are the bread of mankind and staff of life.
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For all the happiness mankind can gain Is not in pleasure, but in rest from pain.
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Happy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own; he who, secure within, can say, tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
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They first condemn that first advised the ill.
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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.
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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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More liberty begets desire of more; The hunger still increases with the store.
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If thou dost still retain the same ill habits, the same follies, too, still thou art bound to vice, and still a slave.
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Sure there’s contagion in the tears of friends.
JOHN DRYDEN