Satire is a kind of poetry in which human vices are reprehended.
JOHN DRYDENMerit challenges envy.
More John Dryden Quotes
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Truth is never to be expected from authors whose understanding is warped with enthusiasm.
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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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Love is not in our choice but in our fate.
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All delays are dangerous in war.
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All heiresses are beautiful.
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Content with poverty, my soul I arm; And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.
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For age but tastes of pleasures youth devours.
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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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Old as I am, for ladies’ love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet.
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All flowers will droop in the absence of the sun that waked their sweets.
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Hushed as midnight silence.
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Great wits are sure to madness near allied, and thin partitions do their bounds divide.
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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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He look’d in years, yet in his years were seen A youthful vigor, and autumnal green.
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Plots, true or false, are necessary things, To raise up commonwealths and ruin kings.
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Honor is but an empty bubble.
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Deathless laurel is the victor’s due.
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He trudged along unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went, for want of thought.
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For your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to me.
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What precious drops are those, Which silently each other’s track pursue, Bright as young diamonds in their faint dew?
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Riches cannot rescue from the grave, which claims alike the monarch and the slave.
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Swift was the race, but short the time to run.
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They that possess the prince possess the laws.
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Nothing to build, and all things to destroy.
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War is the trade of kings.
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Beware the fury of a patient man.
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