But far more numerous was the herd of such, Who think too little, and who talk too much.
JOHN DRYDENI’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.
More John Dryden Quotes
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Love is not in our choice but in our fate.
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What passion cannot music raise and quell!
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Many things impossible to thought have been by need to full perfection brought.
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There is a proud modesty in merit.
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Set all things in their own peculiar place, and know that order is the greatest grace.
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I never saw any good that came of telling truth.
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All things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.
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None are so busy as the fool and the knave.
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All authors to their own defects are blind.
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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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Desire of greatness is a godlike sin.
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While I am compassed round With mirth, my soul lies hid in shades of grief, Whence, like the bird of night, with half-shut eyes, She peeps, and sickens at the sight of day.
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Present joys are more to flesh and blood Than a dull prospect of a distant good.
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Sweet is pleasure after pain.
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When I consider life, it is all a cheat. Yet fooled with hope, people favor this deceit.
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