Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today: Be fair or foul or rain or shine, The joys I have possessed in spite of fate are mine. Not heaven itself upon the past has power; But what has been has been, and I have had my hour.
JOHN DRYDENPresent joys are more to flesh and blood Than a dull prospect of a distant good.
More John Dryden Quotes
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Faith is to believe what you do not yet see: the reward for this faith is to see what you believe. Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace.
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Parting is worse than death; it is death of love!
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For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.
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Zeal, the blind conductor of the will.
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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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Our vows are heard betimes! and Heaven takes care To grant, before we can conclude the prayer: Preventing angels met it half the way, And sent us back to praise, who came to pray.
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Desire of greatness is a godlike sin.
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Words are but pictures of our thoughts.
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Youth, beauty, graceful action seldom fail: But common interest always will prevail; And pity never ceases to be shown To him who makes the people’s wrongs his own.
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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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But when to sin our biased nature leans, The careful Devil is still at hand with means; And providently pimps for ill desires.
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Welcome, thou kind deceiver! Thou best of thieves; who, with an easy key, Dost open life, and, unperceived by us, Even steal us from ourselves.
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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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So softly death succeeded life in her, She did but dream of heaven, and she was there.
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So the false spider, when her nets are spread, deep ambushed in her silent den does lie.
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