The trumpet’s loud clangor Excites us to arms.
JOHN DRYDENHere lies my wife: here let her lie! Now she’s at rest, and so am I.
More John Dryden Quotes
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They think too little who talk too much.
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All delays are dangerous in war.
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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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Zeal, the blind conductor of the will.
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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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Beware the fury of a patient man.
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There is a pleasure in being mad, which none but madmen know.
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Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is with thoughts of what may be.
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The winds are out of breath.
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Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray; Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery way: Pleased with the surface, we glide swiftly on, And see the dangers that we cannot shun.
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The thought of being nothing after death is a burden insupportable to a virtuous man.
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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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I never saw any good that came of telling truth.
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Nothing to build, and all things to destroy.
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Present joys are more to flesh and blood Than a dull prospect of a distant good.
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