Him of the western dome, whose weighty sense Flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence.
JOHN DRYDENSatire is a kind of poetry in which human vices are reprehended.
More John Dryden Quotes
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Our vows are heard betimes! and Heaven takes care To grant, before we can conclude the prayer: Preventing angels met it half the way, And sent us back to praise, who came to pray.
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For those whom God to ruin has design’d, He fits for fate, and first destroys their mind.
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Be slow to resolve, but quick in performance.
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If passion rules, how weak does reason prove!
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O freedom, first delight of human kind!
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For secrets are edged tools, And must be kept from children and from fools.
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The winds are out of breath.
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Deathless laurel is the victor’s due.
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Happy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave deserves the fair.
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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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So softly death succeeded life in her, She did but dream of heaven, and she was there.
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For age but tastes of pleasures youth devours.
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Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age.
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Take not away the life you cannot give: For all things have an equal right to live.
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Satire among the Romans, but not among the Greeks, was a bitter invective poem.
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