Death in itself is nothing; but we fear to be we know not what, we know not where.
JOHN DRYDENWe must beat the iron while it is hot, but we may polish it at leisure.
More John Dryden Quotes
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We can never be grieved for their miseries who are thoroughly wicked, and have thereby justly called their calamities on themselves.
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And write whatever Time shall bring to pass With pens of adamant on plates of brass.
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Zeal, the blind conductor of the will.
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All authors to their own defects are blind.
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A narrow mind begets obstinacy; we do not easily believe what we cannot see.
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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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Dreams are but interludes that fancy makes… Sometimes forgotten things, long cast behind Rush forward in the brain, and come to mind.
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The secret pleasure of a generous act Is the great mind’s great bribe.
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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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Blown roses hold their sweetness to the last.
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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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Virgil and Horace were the severest writers of the severest age.
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If you have lived, take thankfully the past. Make, as you can, the sweet remembrance last.
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Repartee is the soul of conversation.
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For what can power give more than food and drink, To live at ease, and not be bound to think?
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