For secrets are edged tools, And must be kept from children and from fools.
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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Happy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own; he who, secure within, can say, tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
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For all the happiness mankind can gain Is not in pleasure, but in rest from pain.
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So the false spider, when her nets are spread, deep ambushed in her silent den does lie.
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An hour will come, with pleasure to relate Your sorrows past, as benefits of Fate.
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As one that neither seeks, nor shuns his foe.
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Those who write ill, and they who ne’er durst write, Turn critics out of mere revenge and spite.
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More liberty begets desire of more; The hunger still increases with the store.
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Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is with thoughts of what may be.
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He look’d in years, yet in his years were seen A youthful vigor, and autumnal green.
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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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Reason to rule, mercy to forgive: The first is law, the last prerogative. Life is an adventure in forgiveness.
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The glorious lamp of heaven, the radiant sun, Is Nature’s eye.
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Parting is worse than death; it is death of love!
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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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And write whatever Time shall bring to pass With pens of adamant on plates of brass.
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