I’m a little wounded, but I am not slain; I will lay me down to bleed a while. Then I’ll rise and fight again.
JOHN DRYDENMen’s virtues I have commended as freely as I have taxed their crimes.
More John Dryden Quotes
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Keen appetite And quick digestion wait on you and yours.
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It is a madness to make fortune the mistress of events, because in herself she is nothing, can rule nothing, but is ruled by prudence.
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All flowers will droop in the absence of the sun that waked their sweets.
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For age but tastes of pleasures youth devours.
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While I am compassed round With mirth, my soul lies hid in shades of grief, Whence, like the bird of night, with half-shut eyes, She peeps, and sickens at the sight of day.
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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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Imagining is in itself the very height and life of poetry, which, by a kind of enthusiasm or extraordinary emotion of the soul, makes it seem to us that we behold those things which the poet paints.
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Merit challenges envy.
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Love is not in our choice but in our fate.
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Satire is a kind of poetry in which human vices are reprehended.
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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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An hour will come, with pleasure to relate Your sorrows past, as benefits of Fate.
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If by the people you understand the multitude, the hoi polloi, ’tis no matter what they think; they are sometimes in the right, sometimes in the wrong; their judgment is a mere lottery.
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They, who would combat general authority with particular opinion, must first establish themselves a reputation of understanding better than other men.
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Bold knaves thrive without one grain of sense, But good men starve for want of impudence.
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