Every language is so full of its own proprieties that what is beautiful in one is often barbarous, nay, sometimes nonsense, in another.
JOHN DRYDENThe secret pleasure of a generous act Is the great mind’s great bribe.
More John Dryden Quotes
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But love’s a malady without a cure.
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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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No government has ever been, or can ever be, wherein time-servers and blockheads will not be uppermost.
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An horrible stillness first invades our ear, And in that silence we the tempest fear.
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He who would pry behind the scenes oft sees a counterfeit.
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A farce is that in poetry which grotesque (caricature) is in painting. The persons and actions of a farce are all unnatural, and the manners false, that is, inconsistent with the characters of mankind; and grotesque painting is the just resemblance of this.
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Griefs assured are felt before they come.
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Welcome, thou kind deceiver! Thou best of thieves; who, with an easy key, Dost open life, and, unperceived by us, Even steal us from ourselves.
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What precious drops are those, Which silently each other’s track pursue, Bright as young diamonds in their faint dew?
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Let Fortune empty her whole quiver on me, I have a soul that, like an ample shield, Can take in all, and verge enough for more; Fate was not mine, nor am I Fate’s: Souls know no conquerors.
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Love and Time with reverence use, Treat them like a parting friend: Nor the golden gifts refuse Which in youth sincere they send: For each year their price is more, And they less simple than before.
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Trust reposed in noble natures obliges them the more.
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For secrets are edged tools, And must be kept from children and from fools.
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Him of the western dome, whose weighty sense Flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence.
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What passion cannot music raise and quell!
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