He look’d in years, yet in his years were seen A youthful vigor, and autumnal green.
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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For what can power give more than food and drink, To live at ease, and not be bound to think?
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Deathless laurel is the victor’s due.
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Here lies my wife: here let her lie! Now she’s at rest, and so am I.
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He invades authors like a monarch; and what would be theft in other poets is only victory in him.
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Silence in times of suffering is the best.
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God never made his work for man to mend.
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Self-defense is Nature’s eldest law.
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At home the hateful names of parties cease, And factious souls are wearied into peace.
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Boldness is a mask for fear, however great.
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Pity melts the mind to love.
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Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace.
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Presence of mind and courage in distress, Are more than arrives to procure success?
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Politicians neither love nor hate.
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By education most have been misled.
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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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