The winds are out of breath.
JOHN DRYDENHappy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave deserves the fair.
More John Dryden Quotes
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I saw myself the lambent easy light Gild the brown horror, and dispel the night.
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Forgiveness to the injured does belong; but they ne’er pardon who have done wrong.
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By education most have been misled; So they believe, because they were bred. The priest continues where the nurse began, And thus the child imposes on the man.
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For your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to me.
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Deathless laurel is the victor’s due.
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Presence of mind and courage in distress, Are more than arrives to procure success?
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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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Blown roses hold their sweetness to the last.
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A happy genius is the gift of nature.
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Men’s virtues I have commended as freely as I have taxed their crimes.
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They think too little who talk too much.
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Take not away the life you cannot give: For all things have an equal right to live.
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Courage from hearts and not from numbers grows.
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No government has ever been, or can ever be, wherein time-servers and blockheads will not be uppermost.
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Men are but children of a larger growth, Our appetites as apt to change as theirs, And full as craving too, and full as vain.
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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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And love’s the noblest frailty of the mind.
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Great wits are sure to madness near allied, and thin partitions do their bounds divide.
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The thought of being nothing after death is a burden insupportable to a virtuous man.
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Those who write ill, and they who ne’er durst write, Turn critics out of mere revenge and spite.
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A narrow mind begets obstinacy; we do not easily believe what we cannot see.
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For secrets are edged tools, And must be kept from children and from fools.
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No king nor nation one moment can retard the appointed hour.
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Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray; Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery way: Pleased with the surface, we glide swiftly on, And see the dangers that we cannot shun.
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Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace.
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All objects lose by too familiar a view.
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