Dreams are but interludes that fancy makes… Sometimes forgotten things, long cast behind Rush forward in the brain, and come to mind.
JOHN DRYDENDreams are but interludes that fancy makes… Sometimes forgotten things, long cast behind Rush forward in the brain, and come to mind.
JOHN DRYDENHe is a perpetual fountain of good sense.
JOHN DRYDENBe slow to resolve, but quick in performance.
JOHN DRYDENMuch malice mingled with a little wit Perhaps may censure this mysterious writ.
JOHN DRYDENDeathless laurel is the victor’s due.
JOHN DRYDENMighty things from small beginnings grow.
JOHN DRYDENBoldness is a mask for fear, however great.
JOHN DRYDENHonor is but an empty bubble.
JOHN DRYDENBe fair, or foul, or rain, or shine, The joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are mine. Not heaven itself upon the past has power; But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.
JOHN DRYDENWe by art unteach what Nature taught.
JOHN DRYDENHe who would pry behind the scenes oft sees a counterfeit.
JOHN DRYDENFor all the happiness mankind can gain Is not in pleasure, but in rest from pain.
JOHN DRYDENNever was patriot yet, but was a fool.
JOHN DRYDENAll heiresses are beautiful.
JOHN DRYDENHappy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave deserves the fair.
JOHN DRYDENLove and Time with reverence use, Treat them like a parting friend: Nor the golden gifts refuse Which in youth sincere they send: For each year their price is more, And they less simple than before.
JOHN DRYDEN