Secret guilt is by silence revealed.
JOHN DRYDENMore liberty begets desire of more; The hunger still increases with the store.
More John Dryden Quotes
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Sweet is pleasure after pain.
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And write whatever Time shall bring to pass With pens of adamant on plates of brass.
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The winds are out of breath.
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Fowls, by winter forced, forsake the floods, and wing their hasty flight to happier lands.
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Fool that I was, upon my eagle’s wings I bore this wren, till I was tired with soaring, and now he mounts above me.
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A happy genius is the gift of nature.
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Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise!
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A good conscience is a port which is landlocked on every side, where no winds can possibly invade. There a man may not only see his own image, but that of his Maker, clearly reflected from the undisturbed waters.
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It is a madness to make fortune the mistress of events, because in herself she is nothing, can rule nothing, but is ruled by prudence.
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Dancing is the poetry of the foot.
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If you have lived, take thankfully the past. Make, as you can, the sweet remembrance last.
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None, none descends into himself, to find The secret imperfections of his mind: But every one is eagle-ey’d to see Another’s faults, and his deformity.
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Sure there’s contagion in the tears of friends.
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More liberty begets desire of more; The hunger still increases with the store.
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Hushed as midnight silence.
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