Dreams are but interludes that fancy makes… Sometimes forgotten things, long cast behind Rush forward in the brain, and come to mind.
JOHN DRYDENThe winds are out of breath.
More John Dryden Quotes
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Happy 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.
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But love’s a malady without a cure.
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Trust on and think To-morrow will repay; To-morrow’s falser than the former day; Lies worse; and while it says, we shall be blest With some new Joys, cuts off what we possest.
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Sure there is none but fears a future state; And when the most obdurate swear they do not, Their trembling hearts belie their boasting tongues.
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Merit challenges envy.
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They say everything in the world is good for something.
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The glorious lamp of heaven, the radiant sun, Is Nature’s eye.
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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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All, as they say, that glitters is not gold.
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Time glides with undiscover’d haste; The future but a length behind the past.
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Presence of mind and courage in distress, Are more than arrives to procure success?
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For all the happiness mankind can gain Is not in pleasure, but in rest from pain.
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And plenty makes us poor.
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Freedom which in no other land will thrive, Freedom an English subject’s sole prerogative.
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Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray; Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery way: Pleased with the surface, we glide swiftly on, And see the dangers that we cannot shun.
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