Love works a different way in different minds, the fool it enlightens and the wise it blinds.
JOHN DRYDENSculptors are obliged to follow the manners of the painters, and to make many ample folds, which are unsufferable hardness, and more like a rock than a natural garment.
More John Dryden Quotes
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Love is not in our choice but in our fate.
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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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I saw myself the lambent easy light Gild the brown horror, and dispel the night.
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A good conscience is a port which is landlocked on every side, where no winds can possibly invade. There a man may not only see his own image, but that of his Maker, clearly reflected from the undisturbed waters.
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A farce is that in poetry which grotesque (caricature) is in painting. The persons and actions of a farce are all unnatural, and the manners false, that is, inconsistent with the characters of mankind; and grotesque painting is the just resemblance of this.
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War is the trade of kings.
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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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Not sharp revenge, nor hell itself can find, A fiercer torment than a guilty mind, Which day and night doth dreadfully accuse, Condemns the wretch, and still the charge renews.
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For your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to me.
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Virtue in distress, and vice in triumph make atheists of mankind.
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An horrible stillness first invades our ear, And in that silence we the tempest fear.
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Repartee is the soul of conversation.
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Sure there’s contagion in the tears of friends.
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Luxurious kings are to their people lost, They live like drones, upon the public cost.
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If by the people you understand the multitude, the hoi polloi, ’tis no matter what they think; they are sometimes in the right, sometimes in the wrong; their judgment is a mere lottery.
JOHN DRYDEN