And plenty makes us poor.
JOHN DRYDENSatire is a kind of poetry in which human vices are reprehended.
More John Dryden Quotes
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Let Fortune empty her whole quiver on me, I have a soul that, like an ample shield, Can take in all, and verge enough for more; Fate was not mine, nor am I Fate’s: Souls know no conquerors.
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Of all the tyrannies on human kind the worst is that which persecutes the mind.
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Pride – Lord of human kind.
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For age but tastes of pleasures youth devours.
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But far more numerous was the herd of such, Who think too little, and who talk too much.
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Old age creeps on us where we think it night.
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They say everything in the world is good for something.
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Trust reposed in noble natures obliges them the more.
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More liberty begets desire of more; The hunger still increases with the store.
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Men are but children of a larger growth, Our appetites as apt to change as theirs, And full as craving too, and full as vain.
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Fool that I was, upon my eagle’s wings I bore this wren, till I was tired with soaring, and now he mounts above me.
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Seas are the fields of combat for the winds; but when they sweep along some flowery coast, their wings move mildly, and their rage is lost.
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Merit challenges envy.
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As one that neither seeks, nor shuns his foe.
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Mighty things from small beginnings grow.
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