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.
JOHN DRYDENIf passion rules, how weak does reason prove!
More John Dryden Quotes
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As one that neither seeks, nor shuns his foe.
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Lucky men are favorites of Heaven.
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There is a proud modesty in merit.
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For secrets are edged tools, And must be kept from children and from fools.
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They live too long who happiness outlive.
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For they can conquer who believe they can.
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A farce is that in poetry which grotesque (caricature) is in painting. The persons and actions of a farce are all unnatural, and the manners false, that is, inconsistent with the characters of mankind; and grotesque painting is the just resemblance of this.
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Present joys are more to flesh and blood Than a dull prospect of a distant good.
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Few know the use of life before ’tis past.
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Go miser go, for money sell your soul. Trade wares for wares and trudge from pole to pole, So others may say when you are dead and gone. See what a vast estate he left his son.
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I saw myself the lambent easy light Gild the brown horror, and dispel the night.
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We by art unteach what Nature taught.
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They first condemn that first advised the ill.
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Self-defense is Nature’s eldest law.
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Fowls, by winter forced, forsake the floods, and wing their hasty flight to happier lands.
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