He is a perpetual fountain of good sense.
JOHN DRYDENThey that possess the prince possess the laws.
More John Dryden Quotes
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He is a perpetual fountain of good sense.
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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.
JOHN DRYDENBe 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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Present joys are more to flesh and blood Than a dull prospect of a distant good.
JOHN DRYDENPresent joys are more to flesh and blood Than a dull prospect of a distant good.
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If you have lived, take thankfully the past. Make, as you can, the sweet remembrance last.
JOHN DRYDENIf you have lived, take thankfully the past. Make, as you can, the sweet remembrance last.
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Fame then was cheap, and the first comer sped; And they have kept it since by being dead.
JOHN DRYDENFame then was cheap, and the first comer sped; And they have kept it since by being dead.
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Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise!
JOHN DRYDENRevenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise!
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Deathless laurel is the victor’s due.
JOHN DRYDENDeathless laurel is the victor’s due.
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War is the trade of kings.
JOHN DRYDENWar is the trade of kings.
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Griefs assured are felt before they come.
JOHN DRYDENGriefs assured are felt before they come.
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For all the happiness mankind can gain Is not in pleasure, but in rest from pain.
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Murder may pass unpunished for a time, But tardy justice will overtake the crime.
JOHN DRYDENMurder may pass unpunished for a time, But tardy justice will overtake the crime.
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He trudged along unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went, for want of thought.
JOHN DRYDENHe trudged along unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went, for want of thought.
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What precious drops are those, Which silently each other’s track pursue, Bright as young diamonds in their faint dew?
JOHN DRYDENWhat precious drops are those, Which silently each other’s track pursue, Bright as young diamonds in their faint dew?
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Boldness is a mask for fear, however great.
JOHN DRYDENBoldness is a mask for fear, however great.
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Forgiveness to the injured does belong; but they ne’er pardon who have done wrong.
JOHN DRYDENForgiveness to the injured does belong; but they ne’er pardon who have done wrong.
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Repartee is the soul of conversation.
JOHN DRYDENRepartee is the soul of conversation.
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