Sure there’s contagion in the tears of friends.
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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He has not learned the first lesson of life who does not every day surmount a fear.
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All authors to their own defects are blind.
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Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age.
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The bravest men are subject most to chance.
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A farce is that in poetry which grotesque (caricature) is in painting. The persons and actions of a farce are all unnatural, and the manners false, that is, inconsistent with the characters of mankind; and grotesque painting is the just resemblance of this.
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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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He look’d in years, yet in his years were seen A youthful vigor, and autumnal green.
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All delays are dangerous in war.
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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.
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Better to hunt in fields, for health unbought, Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught, The wise, for cure, on exercise depend; God never made his work for man to mend.
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I am resolved to grow fat and look young till forty, and then slip out of the world with the first wrinkle and the reputation of five-and-twenty.
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Zeal, the blind conductor of the will.
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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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Light sufferings give us leisure to complain.
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I am as free as nature first made man, Ere the base laws of servitude began, When wild in woods the noble savage ran.
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