All heiresses are beautiful.
JOHN DRYDENSatire is a kind of poetry in which human vices are reprehended.
More John Dryden Quotes
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I’m a little wounded, but I am not slain; I will lay me down to bleed a while. Then I’ll rise and fight again.
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Honor is but an empty bubble.
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But how can finite grasp Infinity?
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Content with poverty, my soul I arm; And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.
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Truth is the foundation of all knowledge and the cement of all societies.
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Every age has a kind of universal genius, which inclines those that live in it to some particular studies.
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Treason is greatest where trust is greatest.
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We can never be grieved for their miseries who are thoroughly wicked, and have thereby justly called their calamities on themselves.
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Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections.
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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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Love works a different way in different minds, the fool it enlightens and the wise it blinds.
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Forgiveness to the injured does belong; but they ne’er pardon who have done wrong.
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Every language is so full of its own proprieties that what is beautiful in one is often barbarous, nay, sometimes nonsense, in another.
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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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Time glides with undiscover’d haste; The future but a length behind the past.
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