black
grey
blue
red
brown
white

So softly death succeeded life in her, She did but dream of heaven, and she was there.

John Dryden

So the false spider, when her nets are spread, deep ambushed in her silent den does lie.
JOHN DRYDEN

Fake Lying Silence
Trust reposed in noble natures obliges them the more.
JOHN DRYDEN

Nature Obligation Response Trust
But far more numerous was the herd of such, Who think too little, and who talk too much.
JOHN DRYDEN

Numerous Talk Thinking
For secrets are edged tools, And must be kept from children and from fools.
JOHN DRYDEN

Children Edge Fools Secret Tools
Plots, true or false, are necessary things, To raise up commonwealths and ruin kings.
JOHN DRYDEN

Fake King Necessary Ruin True
Fool that I was, upon my eagle’s wings I bore this wren, till I was tired with soaring, and now he mounts above me.
JOHN DRYDEN

Eagle Fools Mount Myself Wings
I saw myself the lambent easy light Gild the brown horror, and dispel the night.
JOHN DRYDEN

Brown Easy Light Night
Love is a passion Which kindles honor into noble acts.
JOHN DRYDEN

Act Honor Love Passion
The trumpet’s loud clangor Excites us to arms.
JOHN DRYDEN

Excitement Loud
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.
JOHN DRYDEN

Choice Delight Evil Lying Object Truth Understand
Pride – Lord of human kind.
JOHN DRYDEN

Human Kind Pride
Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace.
JOHN DRYDEN

Grace Strength
Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.
JOHN DRYDEN

Love Pain Pleasure
Murder may pass unpunished for a time, But tardy justice will overtake the crime.
JOHN DRYDEN

Crime Murder Punishment Time
Let Fortune empty her whole quiver on me, I have a soul that, like an ample shield, Can take in all, and verge enough for more; Fate was not mine, nor am I Fate’s: Souls know no conquerors.
JOHN DRYDEN

Empty Enough Fortune Myself Soul
Blown roses hold their sweetness to the last.
JOHN DRYDEN

Hold Last Sweet

So softly death succeeded life in her, She did but dream of heaven, and she was there.

Related Topics

Popular Authors

So softly death succeeded life in her, She did but dream of heaven, and she was there.

Related Topics

Popular Authors

More John Dryden Quotes