Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age.
JOHN DRYDENTo die for faction is a common evil, But to be hanged for nonsense is the devil.
More John Dryden Quotes
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If the faults of men in orders are only to be judged among themselves, they are all in some sort parties; for, since they say the honour of their order is concerned in every member of it, how can we be sure that they will be impartial judges?
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When I consider life, it is all a cheat. Yet fooled with hope, people favor this deceit.
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Virtue is her own reward.
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And that the Scriptures, though not everywhere Free from corruption, or entire, or clear, Are uncorrupt, sufficient, clear, entire In all things which our needful faith require.
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To die for faction is a common evil, But to be hanged for nonsense is the devil.
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There is a pleasure in being mad, which none but madmen know.
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Since every man who lives is born to die, And none can boast sincere felicity, With equal mind, what happens, let us bear, Nor joy nor grieve too much for things beyond our care. Like pilgrims to the’ appointed place we tend; The world’s an inn, and death the journey’s end.
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Some of our philosophizing divines have too much exalted the faculties of our souls, when they have maintained that by their force mankind has been able to find out God.
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Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections. For love which hath ends, will have an end; whereas that which is founded on true virtue, will always continue.
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A man is to be cheated into passion, but to be reasoned into truth.
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Much malice mingled with a little wit Perhaps may censure this mysterious writ.
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If you have lived, take thankfully the past. Make, as you can, the sweet remembrance last.
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Here lies my wife: here let her lie! Now she’s at rest, and so am I.
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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 love of liberty with life is given, And life itself the inferior gift of Heaven.
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