I saw myself the lambent easy light Gild the brown horror, and dispel the night.
JOHN DRYDENErrors like straws upon the surface flow, Who would search for pearls to be grateful for often must dive below.
More John Dryden Quotes
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Sure there’s contagion in the tears of friends.
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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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Lucky men are favorites of Heaven.
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For your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to me.
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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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Old as I am, for ladies’ love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet.
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Secret guilt is by silence revealed.
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Politicians neither love nor hate.
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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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They first condemn that first advised the ill.
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No king nor nation one moment can retard the appointed hour.
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By education most have been misled.
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What precious drops are those, Which silently each other’s track pursue, Bright as young diamonds in their faint dew?
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Fame then was cheap, and the first comer sped; And they have kept it since by being dead.
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The thought of being nothing after death is a burden insupportable to a virtuous man.
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Content with poverty, my soul I arm; And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.
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Here lies my wife: here let her lie! Now she’s at rest, and so am I.
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Many things impossible to thought have been by need to full perfection brought.
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The winds are out of breath.
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None would live past years again, Yet all hope pleasure in what yet remain; And, from the dregs of life, think to receive, What the first sprightly running could not give.
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There is a proud modesty in merit.
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But when to sin our biased nature leans, The careful Devil is still at hand with means; And providently pimps for ill desires.
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All delays are dangerous in war.
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All heiresses are beautiful.
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Dreams are but interludes that fancy makes… Sometimes forgotten things, long cast behind Rush forward in the brain, and come to mind.
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When I consider life, it is all a cheat. Yet fooled with hope, people favor this deceit.
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