Blown roses hold their sweetness to the last.
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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He who would pry behind the scenes oft sees a counterfeit.
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To die for faction is a common evil, But to be hanged for nonsense is the devil.
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Good sense and good-nature are never separated, though the ignorant world has thought otherwise. Good-nature, by which I mean beneficence and candor, is the product of right reason.
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Silence in times of suffering is the best.
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Sweet is pleasure after pain.
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I saw myself the lambent easy light Gild the brown horror, and dispel the night.
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All heiresses are beautiful.
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Reason is a crutch for age, but youth is strong enough to walk alone.
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A narrow mind begets obstinacy; we do not easily believe what we cannot see.
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For age but tastes of pleasures youth devours.
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He who would search for pearls must dive below.
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Shakespeare was the Homer, or father of our dramatic poets;Jonson was theVirgil, the pattern of elaborate writing; I admire him, but I love Shakespeare.
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Desire of greatness is a godlike sin.
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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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Keen appetite And quick digestion wait on you and yours.
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Great wits are sure to madness near allied, and thin partitions do their bounds divide.
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Men are but children of a larger growth, Our appetites as apt to change as theirs, And full as craving too, and full as vain.
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And that the Scriptures, though not everywhere Free from corruption, or entire, or clear, Are uncorrupt, sufficient, clear, entire In all things which our needful faith require.
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Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today: Be fair or foul or rain or shine, The joys I have possessed in spite of fate are mine. Not heaven itself upon the past has power; But what has been has been, and I have had my hour.
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Murder may pass unpunished for a time, But tardy justice will overtake the crime.
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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 those whom God to ruin has design’d, He fits for fate, and first destroys their mind.
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None, none descends into himself, to find The secret imperfections of his mind: But every one is eagle-ey’d to see Another’s faults, and his deformity.
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I’m a little wounded, but I am not slain; I will lay me down to bleed a while. Then I’ll rise and fight again.
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Repartee is the soul of conversation.
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Imagining is in itself the very height and life of poetry, which, by a kind of enthusiasm or extraordinary emotion of the soul, makes it seem to us that we behold those things which the poet paints.
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