Here lies my wife: here let her lie! Now she’s at rest, and so am I.
JOHN DRYDENDeath in itself is nothing; but we fear to be we know not what, we know not where.
More John Dryden Quotes
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Kings fight for empires, madmen for applause.
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Happy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave deserves the fair.
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Happy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own; he who, secure within, can say, tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
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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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For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.
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When I consider life, it is all a cheat. Yet fooled with hope, people favor this deceit.
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Luxurious kings are to their people lost, They live like drones, upon the public cost.
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Sure there is none but fears a future state; And when the most obdurate swear they do not, Their trembling hearts belie their boasting tongues.
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Of all the tyrannies on human kind the worst is that which persecutes the mind.
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Zeal, the blind conductor of the will.
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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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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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A man is to be cheated into passion, but to be reasoned into truth.
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They say everything in the world is good for something.
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For they can conquer who believe they can.
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Repartee is the soul of conversation.
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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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Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.
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Fame then was cheap, and the first comer sped; And they have kept it since by being dead.
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Much malice mingled with a little wit Perhaps may censure this mysterious writ.
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Sculptors are obliged to follow the manners of the painters, and to make many ample folds, which are unsufferable hardness, and more like a rock than a natural garment.
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Order is the greatest grace.
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Love is not in our choice but in our fate.
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By education most have been misled.
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And that the Scriptures, though not everywhere Free from corruption, or entire, or clear, Are uncorrupt, sufficient, clear, entire In all things which our needful faith require.
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Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age.
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