Great souls forgive not injuries till time has put their enemies within their power, that they may show forgiveness is their own.
JOHN DRYDENAll, as they say, that glitters is not gold.
More John Dryden Quotes
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Let Fortune empty her whole quiver on me, I have a soul that, like an ample shield, Can take in all, and verge enough for more; Fate was not mine, nor am I Fate’s: Souls know no conquerors.
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For age but tastes of pleasures youth devours.
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Pity melts the mind to love.
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Here lies my wife: here let her lie! Now she’s at rest, and so am I.
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Satire is a kind of poetry in which human vices are reprehended.
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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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Hushed as midnight silence.
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Merit challenges envy.
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And write whatever Time shall bring to pass With pens of adamant on plates of brass.
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Long pains, with use of bearing, are half eased.
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But Shakespeare’s magic could not copied be; Within that circle none durst walk but he.
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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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For what can power give more than food and drink, To live at ease, and not be bound to think?
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They say everything in the world is good for something.
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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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