Confidence is the feeling we have before knowing all the facts.
JOHN DRYDENSilence in times of suffering is the best.
More John Dryden Quotes
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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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Great souls forgive not injuries till time has put their enemies within their power, that they may show forgiveness is their own.
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Reason is a crutch for age, but youth is strong enough to walk alone.
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Few know the use of life before ’tis past.
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Dancing is the poetry of the foot.
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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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For what can power give more than food and drink, To live at ease, and not be bound to think?
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Shame on the body for breaking down while the spirit perseveres.
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Among our crimes oblivion may be set.
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They that possess the prince possess the laws.
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Secret guilt is by silence revealed.
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The sooner you treat your son as a man, the sooner he will be one.
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I am resolved to grow fat and look young till forty, and then slip out of the world with the first wrinkle and the reputation of five-and-twenty.
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Pride – Lord of human kind.
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None, none descends into himself, to find The secret imperfections of his mind: But every one is eagle-ey’d to see Another’s faults, and his deformity.
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Beware the fury of a patient man.
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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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The scum that rises upmost, when the nation boils.
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The glorious lamp of heaven, the radiant sun, Is Nature’s eye.
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Satire is a kind of poetry in which human vices are reprehended.
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When I consider life, ’tis all a cheat; Yet, fooled with hope, men favour the deceit; Trust on, and think tomorrow will repay. Tomorrow’s falser than the former day.
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Truth is never to be expected from authors whose understanding is warped with enthusiasm.
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The trumpet’s loud clangor Excites us to arms.
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Words are but pictures of our thoughts.
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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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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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