Men are but children of a larger growth, Our appetites as apt to change as theirs, And full as craving too, and full as vain.
JOHN DRYDENNone are so busy as the fool and the knave.
More John Dryden Quotes
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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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He who would pry behind the scenes oft sees a counterfeit.
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Lucky men are favorites of Heaven.
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Love and Time with reverence use, Treat them like a parting friend: Nor the golden gifts refuse Which in youth sincere they send: For each year their price is more, And they less simple than before.
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Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is with thoughts of what may be.
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Riches cannot rescue from the grave, which claims alike the monarch and the slave.
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Death ends our woes, and the kind grave shuts up the mournful scene.
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Pity only on fresh objects stays, but with the tedious sight of woes decays.
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Time glides with undiscover’d haste; The future but a length behind the past.
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Virtue is her own reward.
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The glorious lamp of heaven, the radiant sun, Is Nature’s eye.
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If passion rules, how weak does reason prove!
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I saw myself the lambent easy light Gild the brown horror, and dispel the night.
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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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As one that neither seeks, nor shuns his foe.
JOHN DRYDEN