God never made his work for man to mend.
JOHN DRYDENLight sufferings give us leisure to complain.
More John Dryden Quotes
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Honor is but an empty bubble.
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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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Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age.
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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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But how can finite grasp Infinity?
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An horrible stillness first invades our ear, And in that silence we the tempest fear.
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Happy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave deserves the fair.
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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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By education most have been misled.
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The winds are out of breath.
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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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He has not learned the first lesson of life who does not every day surmount a fear.
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The secret pleasure of a generous act Is the great mind’s great bribe.
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Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace.
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If the faults of men in orders are only to be judged among themselves, they are all in some sort parties; for, since they say the honour of their order is concerned in every member of it, how can we be sure that they will be impartial judges?
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