All delays are dangerous in war.
JOHN DRYDEN- Truth 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.
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Truth 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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All delays are dangerous in war.
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He was exhaled; his great Creator drew His spirit, as the sun the morning dew.
JOHN DRYDENHe was exhaled; his great Creator drew His spirit, as the sun the morning dew.
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So the false spider, when her nets are spread, deep ambushed in her silent den does lie.
JOHN DRYDENSo the false spider, when her nets are spread, deep ambushed in her silent den does lie.
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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.
JOHN DRYDENThus, 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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Blown roses hold their sweetness to the last.
JOHN DRYDENBlown roses hold their sweetness to the last.
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There is a pleasure in being mad, which none but madmen know.
JOHN DRYDENThere is a pleasure in being mad, which none but madmen know.
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Him of the western dome, whose weighty sense Flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence.
JOHN DRYDENHim of the western dome, whose weighty sense Flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence.
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He look’d in years, yet in his years were seen A youthful vigor, and autumnal green.
JOHN DRYDENHe look’d in years, yet in his years were seen A youthful vigor, and autumnal green.
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For your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to me.
JOHN DRYDENFor your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to me.
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Lucky men are favorites of Heaven.
JOHN DRYDENLucky men are favorites of Heaven.
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An horrible stillness first invades our ear, And in that silence we the tempest fear.
JOHN DRYDENAn horrible stillness first invades our ear, And in that silence we the tempest fear.
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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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All authors to their own defects are blind.
JOHN DRYDENAll authors to their own defects are blind.
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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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Much malice mingled with a little wit Perhaps may censure this mysterious writ.
JOHN DRYDENMuch malice mingled with a little wit Perhaps may censure this mysterious writ.
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Men are but children of a larger growth, Our appetites as apt to change as theirs, And full as craving too, and full as vain.
JOHN DRYDENMen are but children of a larger growth, Our appetites as apt to change as theirs, And full as craving too, and full as vain.
JOHN DRYDEN


