But love’s a malady without a cure.
JOHN DRYDENWhat passion cannot music raise and quell!
More John Dryden Quotes
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He trudged along unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went, for want of thought.
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Since every man who lives is born to die, And none can boast sincere felicity, With equal mind, what happens, let us bear, Nor joy nor grieve too much for things beyond our care. Like pilgrims to the’ appointed place we tend; The world’s an inn, and death the journey’s end.
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Death in itself is nothing; but we fear to be we know not what, we know not where.
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Deathless laurel is the victor’s due.
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They think too little who talk too much.
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Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today: Be fair or foul or rain or shine, The joys I have possessed in spite of fate are mine. Not heaven itself upon the past has power; But what has been has been, and I have had my hour.
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Pride – Lord of human kind.
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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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They live too long who happiness outlive.
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More liberty begets desire of more; The hunger still increases with the store.
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All objects lose by too familiar a view.
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Reason is a crutch for age, but youth is strong enough to walk alone.
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Parting is worse than death; it is death of love!
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For they can conquer who believe they can.
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They that possess the prince possess the laws.
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Nothing to build, and all things to destroy.
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But Shakespeare’s magic could not copied be; Within that circle none durst walk but he.
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Him of the western dome, whose weighty sense Flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence.
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There is a proud modesty in merit.
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All heiresses are beautiful.
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We can never be grieved for their miseries who are thoroughly wicked, and have thereby justly called their calamities on themselves.
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I never saw any good that came of telling truth.
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Thus, while the mute creation downward bend Their sight, and to their earthly mother ten, Man looks aloft; and with erected eyes Beholds his own hereditary skies.
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Death ends our woes, and the kind grave shuts up the mournful scene.
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But when to sin our biased nature leans, The careful Devil is still at hand with means; And providently pimps for ill desires.
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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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