None but the brave deserve the fair.
JOHN DRYDENShame on the body for breaking down while the spirit perseveres.
More John Dryden Quotes
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An horrible stillness first invades our ear, And in that silence we the tempest fear.
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But Shakespeare’s magic could not copied be; Within that circle none durst walk but he.
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Set all things in their own peculiar place, and know that order is the greatest grace.
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If by the people you understand the multitude, the hoi polloi, ’tis no matter what they think; they are sometimes in the right, sometimes in the wrong; their judgment is a mere lottery.
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The thought of being nothing after death is a burden insupportable to a virtuous man.
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Youth should watch joys and shoot them as they fly.
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They live too long who happiness outlive.
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Virtue in distress, and vice in triumph make atheists of mankind.
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Better to hunt in fields, for health unbought, Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught, The wise, for cure, on exercise depend; God never made his work for man to mend.
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If all the world be worth thy winning. / Think, oh think it worth enjoying: / Lovely Thaïs sits beside thee, / Take the good the gods provide thee.
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Virgil and Horace were the severest writers of the severest age.
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Politicians neither love nor hate.
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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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Some of our philosophizing divines have too much exalted the faculties of our souls, when they have maintained that by their force mankind has been able to find out God.
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He who trusts secrets to a servant makes him his master.
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Satire is a kind of poetry in which human vices are reprehended.
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Satire among the Romans, but not among the Greeks, was a bitter invective poem.
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The winds are out of breath.
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They first condemn that first advised the ill.
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He has not learned the first lesson of life who does not every day surmount a fear.
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Pity melts the mind to love.
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He who would pry behind the scenes oft sees a counterfeit.
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Virtue is her own reward.
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If thou dost still retain the same ill habits, the same follies, too, still thou art bound to vice, and still a slave.
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Happy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave deserves the fair.
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Tis a good thing to laugh at any rate; and if a straw can tickle a man, it is an instrument of happiness.
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