Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age.
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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Love is a passion Which kindles honor into noble acts.
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Seas are the fields of combat for the winds; but when they sweep along some flowery coast, their wings move mildly, and their rage is lost.
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For all the happiness mankind can gain Is not in pleasure, but in rest from pain.
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Every age has a kind of universal genius, which inclines those that live in it to some particular studies.
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Fattened in vice, so callous and so gross, he sins and sees not, senseless of his loss.
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The bravest men are subject most to chance.
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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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Words are but pictures of our thoughts.
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Sweet is pleasure after pain.
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Virtue is her own reward.
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He trudged along unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went, for want of thought.
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Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is with thoughts of what may be.
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Few know the use of life before ’tis past.
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For they can conquer who believe they can.
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Pity only on fresh objects stays, but with the tedious sight of woes decays.
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