Fiction is of the essence of poetry as well as of painting; there is a resemblance in one of human bodies, things, and actions which are not real, and in the other of a true story by fiction.
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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Presence of mind and courage in distress, Are more than arrives to procure success?
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Present joys are more to flesh and blood Than a dull prospect of a distant good.
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If thou dost still retain the same ill habits, the same follies, too, still thou art bound to vice, and still a slave.
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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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If by the people you understand the multitude, the hoi polloi, ’tis no matter what they think; they are sometimes in the right, sometimes in the wrong; their judgment is a mere lottery.
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Beware the fury of a patient man.
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But how can finite grasp Infinity?
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Better to hunt in fields, for health unbought, Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught, The wise, for cure, on exercise depend; God never made his work for man to mend.
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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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He trudged along unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went, for want of thought.
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Of all the tyrannies on human kind the worst is that which persecutes the mind.
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All, as they say, that glitters is not gold.
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Griefs assured are felt before they come.
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Railing and praising were his usual themes; and both showed his judgment in extremes. Either over violent or over civil, so everyone to him was either god or devil.
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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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