And plenty makes us poor.
JOHN DRYDENBeauty, like ice, our footing does betray; Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery way: Pleased with the surface, we glide swiftly on, And see the dangers that we cannot shun.
More John Dryden Quotes
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What, start at this! when sixty years have spread. Their grey experience o’er thy hoary head? Is this the all observing age could gain? Or hast thou known the world so long in vain?
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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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He trudged along unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went, for want of thought.
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Sweet is pleasure after pain.
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Nothing to build, and all things to destroy.
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Our souls sit close and silently within, And their own web from their own entrails spin; And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such, That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch.
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They that possess the prince possess the laws.
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Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections. For love which hath ends, will have an end; whereas that which is founded on true virtue, will always continue.
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Content with poverty, my soul I arm; And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.
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Old age creeps on us where we think it night.
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Among our crimes oblivion may be set.
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Fowls, by winter forced, forsake the floods, and wing their hasty flight to happier lands.
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Go miser go, for money sell your soul. Trade wares for wares and trudge from pole to pole, So others may say when you are dead and gone. See what a vast estate he left his son.
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A man is to be cheated into passion, but to be reasoned into truth.
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Secret guilt is by silence revealed.
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