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.
JOHN DRYDENGod never made his work for man to mend.
More John Dryden Quotes
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If the faults of men in orders are only to be judged among themselves, they are all in some sort parties; for, since they say the honour of their order is concerned in every member of it, how can we be sure that they will be impartial judges?
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Mighty things from small beginnings grow.
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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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Fattened in vice, so callous and so gross, he sins and sees not, senseless of his loss.
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A woman’s counsel brought us first to woe, And made her man his paradise forego, Where at heart’s ease he liv’d; and might have been As free from sorrow as he was from sin.
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No government has ever been, or can ever be, wherein time-servers and blockheads will not be uppermost.
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Secret guilt is by silence revealed.
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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.
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For those whom God to ruin has design’d, He fits for fate, and first destroys their mind.
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Silence in times of suffering is the best.
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Keen appetite And quick digestion wait on you and yours.
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Present joys are more to flesh and blood Than a dull prospect of a distant good.
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Our vows are heard betimes! and Heaven takes care To grant, before we can conclude the prayer: Preventing angels met it half the way, And sent us back to praise, who came to pray.
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Dreams are but interludes that fancy makes… Sometimes forgotten things, long cast behind Rush forward in the brain, and come to mind.
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Hushed as midnight silence.
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