Sure there is none but fears a future state; And when the most obdurate swear they do not, Their trembling hearts belie their boasting tongues.
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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All empire is no more than power in trust.
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Take not away the life you cannot give: For all things have an equal right to live.
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Confidence is the feeling we have before knowing all the facts.
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Keen appetite And quick digestion wait on you and yours.
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They think too little who talk too much.
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The winds are out of breath.
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Murder may pass unpunished for a time, But tardy justice will overtake the crime.
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All objects lose by too familiar a view.
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Sculptors are obliged to follow the manners of the painters, and to make many ample folds, which are unsufferable hardness, and more like a rock than a natural garment.
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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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Zeal, the blind conductor of the will.
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They that possess the prince possess the laws.
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Let Fortune empty her whole quiver on me, I have a soul that, like an ample shield, Can take in all, and verge enough for more; Fate was not mine, nor am I Fate’s: Souls know no conquerors.
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But when to sin our biased nature leans, The careful Devil is still at hand with means; And providently pimps for ill desires.
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Nor is the people’s judgment always true: the most may err as grossly as the few.
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If passion rules, how weak does reason prove!
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I saw myself the lambent easy light Gild the brown horror, and dispel the night.
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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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Since every man who lives is born to die, And none can boast sincere felicity, With equal mind, what happens, let us bear, Nor joy nor grieve too much for things beyond our care. Like pilgrims to the’ appointed place we tend; The world’s an inn, and death the journey’s end.
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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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Luxurious kings are to their people lost, They live like drones, upon the public cost.
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The scum that rises upmost, when the nation boils.
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Treason is greatest where trust is greatest.
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What passion cannot music raise and quell!
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Swift was the race, but short the time to run.
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But far more numerous was the herd of such, Who think too little, and who talk too much.
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