So softly death succeeded life in her, She did but dream of heaven, and she was there.
JOHN DRYDENThe winds are out of breath.
More John Dryden Quotes
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They first condemn that first advised the ill.
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Content with poverty, my soul I arm; And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.
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Satire is a kind of poetry in which human vices are reprehended.
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And write whatever Time shall bring to pass With pens of adamant on plates of brass.
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Anger will never disappear so long as thoughts of resentment are cherished in the mind. Anger will disappear just as soon as thoughts of resentment are forgotten.
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Of all the tyrannies on human kind the worst is that which persecutes the mind.
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Sculptors are obliged to follow the manners of the painters, and to make many ample folds, which are unsufferable hardness, and more like a rock than a natural garment.
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None, none descends into himself, to find The secret imperfections of his mind: But every one is eagle-ey’d to see Another’s faults, and his deformity.
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Go miser go, for money sell your soul. Trade wares for wares and trudge from pole to pole, So others may say when you are dead and gone. See what a vast estate he left his son.
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Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is with thoughts of what may be.
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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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Silence in times of suffering is the best.
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The scum that rises upmost, when the nation boils.
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The bravest men are subject most to chance.
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Old age creeps on us where we think it night.
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