Reason to rule, mercy to forgive: The first is law, the last prerogative. Life is an adventure in forgiveness.
JOHN DRYDENNothing to build, and all things to destroy.
More John Dryden Quotes
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Bold knaves thrive without one grain of sense, But good men starve for want of impudence.
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Beauty, 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.
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What precious drops are those, Which silently each other’s track pursue, Bright as young diamonds in their faint dew?
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Never was patriot yet, but was a fool.
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For they can conquer who believe they can.
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Forgiveness to the injured does belong; but they ne’er pardon who have done wrong.
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Time glides with undiscover’d haste; The future but a length behind the past.
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They first condemn that first advised the ill.
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Three poets, in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn. The first in loftiness of thought surpass’d; The next, in majesty; in both the last. The force of Nature could no further go; To make a third, she join’d the former two.
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Faith is to believe what you do not yet see: the reward for this faith is to see what you believe. Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace.
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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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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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Fowls, by winter forced, forsake the floods, and wing their hasty flight to happier lands.
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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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If you have lived, take thankfully the past. Make, as you can, the sweet remembrance last.
JOHN DRYDEN