Riches cannot rescue from the grave, which claims alike the monarch and the slave.
JOHN DRYDENForgiveness to the injured does belong; but they ne’er pardon who have done wrong.
More John Dryden Quotes
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Him of the western dome, whose weighty sense Flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence.
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They first condemn that first advised the ill.
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When I consider life, ’tis all a cheat; Yet, fooled with hope, men favour the deceit; Trust on, and think tomorrow will repay. Tomorrow’s falser than the former day.
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Seas are the fields of combat for the winds; but when they sweep along some flowery coast, their wings move mildly, and their rage is lost.
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For truth has such a face and such a mien, as to be loved needs only to be seen.
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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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And write whatever Time shall bring to pass With pens of adamant on plates of brass.
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At home the hateful names of parties cease, And factious souls are wearied into peace.
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Repentance is but want of power to sin.
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Great wits are sure to madness near allied, and thin partitions do their bounds divide.
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Take not away the life you cannot give: For all things have an equal right to live.
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A good conscience is a port which is landlocked on every side, where no winds can possibly invade. There a man may not only see his own image, but that of his Maker, clearly reflected from the undisturbed waters.
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Sculptors are obliged to follow the manners of the painters, and to make many ample folds, which are unsufferable hardness, and more like a rock than a natural garment.
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The scum that rises upmost, when the nation boils.
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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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