There is a proud modesty in merit.
JOHN DRYDENSince 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.
More John Dryden Quotes
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Anger will never disappear so long as thoughts of resentment are cherished in the mind. Anger will disappear just as soon as thoughts of resentment are forgotten.
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An horrible stillness first invades our ear, And in that silence we the tempest fear.
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O freedom, first delight of human kind!
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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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Old as I am, for ladies’ love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet.
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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 flowers will droop in the absence of the sun that waked their sweets.
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Since a true knowledge of nature gives us pleasure, a lively imitation of it, either in poetry or painting, must produce a much greater; for both these arts are not only true imitations of nature, but of the best nature.
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But love’s a malady without a cure.
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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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At home the hateful names of parties cease, And factious souls are wearied into peace.
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He trudged along unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went, for want of thought.
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Our souls sit close and silently within, And their own web from their own entrails spin; And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such, That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch.
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He who trusts secrets to a servant makes him his master.
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Sure there’s contagion in the tears of friends.
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