Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is with thoughts of what may be.
JOHN DRYDENFowls, by winter forced, forsake the floods, and wing their hasty flight to happier lands.
More John Dryden Quotes
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And write whatever Time shall bring to pass With pens of adamant on plates of brass.
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He who would pry behind the scenes oft sees a counterfeit.
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We can never be grieved for their miseries who are thoroughly wicked, and have thereby justly called their calamities on themselves.
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Long pains, with use of bearing, are half eased.
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All objects lose by too familiar a view.
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Zeal, the blind conductor of the will.
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Swift was the race, but short the time to run.
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Shame on the body for breaking down while the spirit perseveres.
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The sooner you treat your son as a man, the sooner he will be one.
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Old as I am, for ladies’ love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet.
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Happy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own; he who, secure within, can say, tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
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O freedom, first delight of human kind!
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Merit challenges envy.
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Courage from hearts and not from numbers grows.
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Satire is a kind of poetry in which human vices are reprehended.
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