Never was patriot yet, but was a fool.
JOHN DRYDEN- There’s a proud modesty in merit; averse from asking, and resolved to pay ten times the gifts it asks.
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There’s a proud modesty in merit; averse from asking, and resolved to pay ten times the gifts it asks.
More John Dryden Quotes
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Never was patriot yet, but was a fool.
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Desire of greatness is a godlike sin.
JOHN DRYDENDesire of greatness is a godlike sin.
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Errors like straws upon the surface flow, Who would search for pearls to be grateful for often must dive below.
JOHN DRYDENErrors like straws upon the surface flow, Who would search for pearls to be grateful for often must dive below.
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Since a true knowledge of nature gives us pleasure, a lively imitation of it, either in poetry or painting, must produce a much greater; for both these arts are not only true imitations of nature, but of the best nature.
JOHN DRYDENSince a true knowledge of nature gives us pleasure, a lively imitation of it, either in poetry or painting, must produce a much greater; for both these arts are not only true imitations of nature, but of the best nature.
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When I consider life, it is all a cheat. Yet fooled with hope, people favor this deceit.
JOHN DRYDENWhen I consider life, it is all a cheat. Yet fooled with hope, people favor this deceit.
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Merit challenges envy.
JOHN DRYDENMerit challenges envy.
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The secret pleasure of a generous act Is the great mind’s great bribe.
JOHN DRYDENThe secret pleasure of a generous act Is the great mind’s great bribe.
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Dancing is the poetry of the foot.
JOHN DRYDENDancing is the poetry of the foot.
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But how can finite grasp Infinity?
JOHN DRYDENBut how can finite grasp Infinity?
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Light sufferings give us leisure to complain.
JOHN DRYDENLight sufferings give us leisure to complain.
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Seas are the fields of combat for the winds; but when they sweep along some flowery coast, their wings move mildly, and their rage is lost.
JOHN DRYDENSeas are the fields of combat for the winds; but when they sweep along some flowery coast, their wings move mildly, and their rage is lost.
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There is a pleasure in being mad, which none but madmen know.
JOHN DRYDENThere is a pleasure in being mad, which none but madmen know.
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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?
JOHN DRYDENWhat, 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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Confidence is the feeling we have before knowing all the facts.
JOHN DRYDENConfidence is the feeling we have before knowing all the facts.
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Be fair, or foul, or rain, or shine, The joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are mine. Not heaven itself upon the past has power; But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.
JOHN DRYDENBe fair, or foul, or rain, or shine, The joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are mine. Not heaven itself upon the past has power; But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.
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Death in itself is nothing; but we fear to be we know not what, we know not where.
JOHN DRYDENDeath in itself is nothing; but we fear to be we know not what, we know not where.
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