What, start at this! when sixty years have spread. Their grey experience o’er thy hoary head? Is this the all observing age could gain? Or hast thou known the world so long in vain?
JOHN DRYDENThe trumpet’s loud clangor Excites us to arms.
More John Dryden Quotes
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Love is a passion Which kindles honor into noble acts.
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Beware the fury of a patient man.
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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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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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For those whom God to ruin has design’d, He fits for fate, and first destroys their mind.
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All delays are dangerous in war.
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At home the hateful names of parties cease, And factious souls are wearied into peace.
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Truth is never to be expected from authors whose understanding is warped with enthusiasm.
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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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Forgiveness to the injured does belong; but they ne’er pardon who have done wrong.
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Zeal, the blind conductor of the will.
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All things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.
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Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.
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And write whatever Time shall bring to pass With pens of adamant on plates of brass.
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I never saw any good that came of telling truth.
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