Light sufferings give us leisure to complain.
JOHN DRYDENMuch malice mingled with a little wit Perhaps may censure this mysterious writ.
More John Dryden Quotes
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Satire is a kind of poetry in which human vices are reprehended.
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Sure there’s contagion in the tears of friends.
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Great wits are sure to madness near allied, and thin partitions do their bounds divide.
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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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Since 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.
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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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Fame then was cheap, and the first comer sped; And they have kept it since by being dead.
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Honor is but an empty bubble.
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What precious drops are those, Which silently each other’s track pursue, Bright as young diamonds in their faint dew?
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O freedom, first delight of human kind!
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Desire of greatness is a godlike sin.
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War seldom enters but where wealth allures.
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Great souls forgive not injuries till time has put their enemies within their power, that they may show forgiveness is their own.
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The secret pleasure of a generous act Is the great mind’s great bribe.
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Fowls, by winter forced, forsake the floods, and wing their hasty flight to happier lands.
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