Murder may pass unpunished for a time, But tardy justice will overtake the crime.
JOHN DRYDENThe conscience of a people is their power.
More John Dryden Quotes
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Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise!
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Honor is but an empty bubble.
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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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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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Every language is so full of its own proprieties that what is beautiful in one is often barbarous, nay, sometimes nonsense, in another.
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The love of liberty with life is given, And life itself the inferior gift of Heaven.
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We first make our habits, and then our habits make us.
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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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By education most have been misled.
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Deathless laurel is the victor’s due.
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But Shakespeare’s magic could not copied be; Within that circle none durst walk but he.
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All, as they say, that glitters is not gold.
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Better to hunt in fields, for health unbought, Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught, The wise, for cure, on exercise depend; God never made his work for man to mend.
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Love is love’s reward.
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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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He who would pry behind the scenes oft sees a counterfeit.
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Him of the western dome, whose weighty sense Flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence.
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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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He look’d in years, yet in his years were seen A youthful vigor, and autumnal green.
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Courage from hearts and not from numbers grows.
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Happy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave deserves the fair.
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Content with poverty, my soul I arm; And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.
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Freedom which in no other land will thrive, Freedom an English subject’s sole prerogative.
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Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.
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Dancing is the poetry of the foot.
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