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

Hushed as midnight silence.
JOHN DRYDEN

One Liner Silence
Fattened in vice, so callous and so gross, he sins and sees not, senseless of his loss.
JOHN DRYDEN

Himself Loss See Vice
Errors like straws upon the surface flow, Who would search for pearls to be grateful for often must dive below.
JOHN DRYDEN

Errors Flow Gratitude Surface
What, start at this! when sixty years have spread. Their grey experience o’er thy hoary head? Is this the all observing age could gain? Or hast thou known the world so long in vain?
JOHN DRYDEN

Age Empty Experience Known Start World
None are so busy as the fool and the knave.
JOHN DRYDEN

Busy Fools
For all the happiness mankind can gain Is not in pleasure, but in rest from pain.
JOHN DRYDEN

Happiness Kind Man Sadness
Murder may pass unpunished for a time, But tardy justice will overtake the crime.
JOHN DRYDEN

Crime Murder Punishment Time
No government has ever been, or can ever be, wherein time-servers and blockheads will not be uppermost.
JOHN DRYDEN

Block Government Time
For what can power give more than food and drink, To live at ease, and not be bound to think?
JOHN DRYDEN

Bound Drink Food Live Power Thinking
All authors to their own defects are blind.
JOHN DRYDEN

Author Blind Defect
Happy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave deserves the fair.
JOHN DRYDEN

Brave Despair Happiness
Virtue in distress, and vice in triumph make atheists of mankind.
JOHN DRYDEN

Kind Man Vice Virtue
God never made his work for man to mend.
JOHN DRYDEN

God Man Mend Work
Beware the fury of a patient man.
JOHN DRYDEN

Fury Man Patience
He is a perpetual fountain of good sense.
JOHN DRYDEN

Fountain Goodness Sense
Much malice mingled with a little wit Perhaps may censure this mysterious writ.
JOHN DRYDEN

Infidelity Mysterious Thinking

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