More liberty begets desire of more; The hunger still increases with the store.
JOHN DRYDENThe secret pleasure of a generous act Is the great mind’s great bribe.
More John Dryden Quotes
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Death ends our woes, and the kind grave shuts up the mournful scene.
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If passion rules, how weak does reason prove!
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Men’s virtues I have commended as freely as I have taxed their crimes.
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They think too little who talk too much.
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Set all things in their own peculiar place, and know that order is the greatest grace.
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Treason is greatest where trust is greatest.
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For truth has such a face and such a mien, as to be loved needs only to be seen.
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Dancing is the poetry of the foot.
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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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Never was patriot yet, but was a fool.
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Pride – Lord of human kind.
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Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace.
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Few know the use of life before ’tis past.
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What passion cannot music raise and quell!
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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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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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So softly death succeeded life in her, She did but dream of heaven, and she was there.
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Desire of greatness is a godlike sin.
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Merit challenges envy.
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Virgil and Horace were the severest writers of the severest age.
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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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Sweet is pleasure after pain.
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Repartee is the soul of conversation.
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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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None would live past years again, Yet all hope pleasure in what yet remain; And, from the dregs of life, think to receive, What the first sprightly running could not give.
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An hour will come, with pleasure to relate Your sorrows past, as benefits of Fate.
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