But far more numerous was the herd of such, Who think too little, and who talk too much.
JOHN DRYDENTruth is the object of our understanding, as good is of our will; and the understanding can no more be delighted with a lie than the will can choose an apparent evil.
More John Dryden Quotes
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If by the people you understand the multitude, the hoi polloi, ’tis no matter what they think; they are sometimes in the right, sometimes in the wrong; their judgment is a mere lottery.
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All authors to their own defects are blind.
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Riches cannot rescue from the grave, which claims alike the monarch and the slave.
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A woman’s counsel brought us first to woe, And made her man his paradise forego, Where at heart’s ease he liv’d; and might have been As free from sorrow as he was from sin.
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Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise!
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What, start at this! when sixty years have spread. Their grey experience o’er thy hoary head? Is this the all observing age could gain? Or hast thou known the world so long in vain?
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Satire among the Romans, but not among the Greeks, was a bitter invective poem.
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They that possess the prince possess the laws.
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The love of liberty with life is given, And life itself the inferior gift of Heaven.
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If passion rules, how weak does reason prove!
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No government has ever been, or can ever be, wherein time-servers and blockheads will not be uppermost.
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Thus, while the mute creation downward bend Their sight, and to their earthly mother ten, Man looks aloft; and with erected eyes Beholds his own hereditary skies.
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Present joys are more to flesh and blood Than a dull prospect of a distant good.
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What precious drops are those, Which silently each other’s track pursue, Bright as young diamonds in their faint dew?
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Our vows are heard betimes! and Heaven takes care To grant, before we can conclude the prayer: Preventing angels met it half the way, And sent us back to praise, who came to pray.
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