Better to hunt in fields, for health unbought, Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught, The wise, for cure, on exercise depend; God never made his work for man to mend.
JOHN DRYDENLove reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age.
More John Dryden Quotes
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Pity only on fresh objects stays, but with the tedious sight of woes decays.
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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.
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If the faults of men in orders are only to be judged among themselves, they are all in some sort parties; for, since they say the honour of their order is concerned in every member of it, how can we be sure that they will be impartial judges?
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They say everything in the world is good for something.
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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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Railing and praising were his usual themes; and both showed his judgment in extremes. Either over violent or over civil, so everyone to him was either god or devil.
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Nor is the people’s judgment always true: the most may err as grossly as the few.
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The trumpet’s loud clangor Excites us to arms.
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Secret guilt is by silence revealed.
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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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Keen appetite And quick digestion wait on you and yours.
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Youth should watch joys and shoot them as they fly.
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No king nor nation one moment can retard the appointed hour.
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We can never be grieved for their miseries who are thoroughly wicked, and have thereby justly called their calamities on themselves.
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For your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to me.
JOHN DRYDEN