What passion cannot music raise and quell!
JOHN DRYDENWhat passion cannot music raise and quell!
JOHN DRYDENImagining is in itself the very height and life of poetry, which, by a kind of enthusiasm or extraordinary emotion of the soul, makes it seem to us that we behold those things which the poet paints.
JOHN DRYDENHappy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own; he who, secure within, can say, tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
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.
JOHN DRYDENWe can never be grieved for their miseries who are thoroughly wicked, and have thereby justly called their calamities on themselves.
JOHN DRYDENBeware of the fury of the patient man.
JOHN DRYDENFor your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to me.
JOHN DRYDENAll empire is no more than power in trust.
JOHN DRYDENFowls, by winter forced, forsake the floods, and wing their hasty flight to happier lands.
JOHN DRYDENSo softly death succeeded life in her, She did but dream of heaven, and she was there.
JOHN DRYDENIf passion rules, how weak does reason prove!
JOHN DRYDENHim of the western dome, whose weighty sense Flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence.
JOHN DRYDENEvery age has a kind of universal genius, which inclines those that live in it to some particular studies.
JOHN DRYDENGod never made his work for man to mend.
JOHN DRYDENTime and death shall depart and say in flying Love has found out a way to live, by dying.
JOHN DRYDENSecret guilt is by silence revealed.
JOHN DRYDEN