But when to sin our biased nature leans, The careful Devil is still at hand with means; And providently pimps for ill desires.
JOHN DRYDENOur 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.
More John Dryden Quotes
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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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Pity only on fresh objects stays, but with the tedious sight of woes decays.
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Boldness is a mask for fear, however great.
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For those whom God to ruin has design’d, He fits for fate, and first destroys their mind.
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He was exhaled; his great Creator drew His spirit, as the sun the morning dew.
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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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Order is the greatest grace.
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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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Tis a good thing to laugh at any rate; and if a straw can tickle a man, it is an instrument of happiness.
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But love’s a malady without a cure.
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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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For all the happiness mankind can gain Is not in pleasure, but in rest from pain.
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For they can conquer who believe they can.
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There’s a proud modesty in merit; averse from asking, and resolved to pay ten times the gifts it asks.
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Better to hunt in fields, for health unbought, Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught, The wise, for cure, on exercise depend; God never made his work for man to mend.
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