Plots, true or false, are necessary things, To raise up commonwealths and ruin kings.
JOHN DRYDENAmong our crimes oblivion may be set.
More John Dryden Quotes
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Bold knaves thrive without one grain of sense, But good men starve for want of impudence.
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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?
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None are so busy as the fool and the knave.
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Truth is the foundation of all knowledge and the cement of all societies.
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Fool that I was, upon my eagle’s wings I bore this wren, till I was tired with soaring, and now he mounts above me.
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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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Men’s virtues I have commended as freely as I have taxed their crimes.
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An hour will come, with pleasure to relate Your sorrows past, as benefits of Fate.
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Three poets, in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn. The first in loftiness of thought surpass’d; The next, in majesty; in both the last. The force of Nature could no further go; To make a third, she join’d the former two.
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I am as free as nature first made man, Ere the base laws of servitude began, When wild in woods the noble savage ran.
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Keen appetite And quick digestion wait on you and yours.
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When we view elevated ideas of Nature, the result of that view is admiration, which is always the cause of pleasure.
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Presence of mind and courage in distress, Are more than arrives to procure success?
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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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Errors like straws upon the surface flow, Who would search for pearls to be grateful for often must dive below.
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