So softly death succeeded life in her, She did but dream of heaven, and she was there.
JOHN DRYDENThose who write ill, and they who ne’er durst write, Turn critics out of mere revenge and spite.
More John Dryden Quotes
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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.
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Great wits are sure to madness near allied, and thin partitions do their bounds divide.
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He who trusts secrets to a servant makes him his master.
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All flowers will droop in the absence of the sun that waked their sweets.
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If thou dost still retain the same ill habits, the same follies, too, still thou art bound to vice, and still a slave.
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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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There’s a proud modesty in merit; averse from asking, and resolved to pay ten times the gifts it asks.
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None are so busy as the fool and the knave.
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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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I’m a little wounded, but I am not slain; I will lay me down to bleed a while. Then I’ll rise and fight again.
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He is a perpetual fountain of good sense.
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The secret pleasure of a generous act Is the great mind’s great bribe.
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Boldness is a mask for fear, however great.
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I never saw any good that came of telling truth.
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Old as I am, for ladies’ love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet.
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