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?
JOHN DRYDENWhat, 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?
More John Dryden Quotes
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God never made his work for man to mend.
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Affability, mildness, tenderness, and a word which I would fain bring back to its original signification of virtue,–I mean good-nature,–are of daily use; they are the bread of mankind and staff of life.
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Love is a passion Which kindles honor into noble acts.
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Beware the fury of a patient man.
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And write whatever Time shall bring to pass With pens of adamant on plates of brass.
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Luxurious kings are to their people lost, They live like drones, upon the public cost.
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But Shakespeare’s magic could not copied be; Within that circle none durst walk but he.
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Thus, while the mute creation downward bend Their sight, and to their earthly mother ten, Man looks aloft; and with erected eyes Beholds his own hereditary skies.
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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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When I consider life, ’tis all a cheat; Yet, fooled with hope, men favour the deceit; Trust on, and think tomorrow will repay. Tomorrow’s falser than the former day.
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The trumpet’s loud clangor Excites us to arms.
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Confidence is the feeling we have before knowing all the facts.
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Faith is to believe what you do not yet see: the reward for this faith is to see what you believe. Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace.
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The love of liberty with life is given, And life itself the inferior gift of Heaven.
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Every language is so full of its own proprieties that what is beautiful in one is often barbarous, nay, sometimes nonsense, in another.
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