Pity melts the mind to love.
JOHN DRYDENSatire among the Romans, but not among the Greeks, was a bitter invective poem.
More John Dryden Quotes
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There is a proud modesty in merit.
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They that possess the prince possess the laws.
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The winds are out of breath.
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I saw myself the lambent easy light Gild the brown horror, and dispel the night.
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Old age creeps on us where we think it night.
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Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.
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None are so busy as the fool and the knave.
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Time glides with undiscover’d haste; The future but a length behind the past.
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Forgiveness to the injured does belong; but they ne’er pardon who have done wrong.
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If passion rules, how weak does reason prove!
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An hour will come, with pleasure to relate Your sorrows past, as benefits of Fate.
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Not sharp revenge, nor hell itself can find, A fiercer torment than a guilty mind, Which day and night doth dreadfully accuse, Condemns the wretch, and still the charge renews.
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An horrible stillness first invades our ear, And in that silence we the tempest fear.
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Errors like straws upon the surface flow, Who would search for pearls to be grateful for often must dive below.
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Content with poverty, my soul I arm; And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.
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