Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is with thoughts of what may be.
JOHN DRYDENOnly man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is with thoughts of what may be.
JOHN DRYDENIf thou dost still retain the same ill habits, the same follies, too, still thou art bound to vice, and still a slave.
JOHN DRYDENBlown roses hold their sweetness to the last.
JOHN DRYDENTruth is the object of our understanding, as good is of our will; and the understanding can no more be delighted with a lie than the will can choose an apparent evil.
JOHN DRYDENThe love of liberty with life is given, And life itself the inferior gift of Heaven.
JOHN DRYDENIf you have lived, take thankfully the past. Make, as you can, the sweet remembrance last.
JOHN DRYDENEvery age has a kind of universal genius, which inclines those that live in it to some particular studies.
JOHN DRYDENFor age but tastes of pleasures youth devours.
JOHN DRYDENWelcome, thou kind deceiver! Thou best of thieves; who, with an easy key, Dost open life, and, unperceived by us, Even steal us from ourselves.
JOHN DRYDENFattened in vice, so callous and so gross, he sins and sees not, senseless of his loss.
JOHN DRYDENHe trudged along unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went, for want of thought.
JOHN DRYDENThey, who would combat general authority with particular opinion, must first establish themselves a reputation of understanding better than other men.
JOHN DRYDENWe can never be grieved for their miseries who are thoroughly wicked, and have thereby justly called their calamities on themselves.
JOHN DRYDENNothing to build, and all things to destroy.
JOHN DRYDENAn horrible stillness first invades our ear, And in that silence we the tempest fear.
JOHN DRYDENForgiveness to the injured does belong; but they ne’er pardon who have done wrong.
JOHN DRYDEN