Every language is so full of its own proprieties that what is beautiful in one is often barbarous, nay, sometimes nonsense, in another.
JOHN DRYDENEvery language is so full of its own proprieties that what is beautiful in one is often barbarous, nay, sometimes nonsense, in another.
JOHN DRYDENHe who would pry behind the scenes oft sees a counterfeit.
JOHN DRYDENLove is a passion Which kindles honor into noble acts.
JOHN DRYDENErrors like straws upon the surface flow, Who would search for pearls to be grateful for often must dive below.
JOHN DRYDENParting is worse than death; it is death of love!
JOHN DRYDENLove and Time with reverence use, Treat them like a parting friend: Nor the golden gifts refuse Which in youth sincere they send: For each year their price is more, And they less simple than before.
JOHN DRYDENThe love of liberty with life is given, And life itself the inferior gift of Heaven.
JOHN DRYDENNothing to build, and all things to destroy.
JOHN DRYDENThey first condemn that first advised the ill.
JOHN DRYDENNone, none descends into himself, to find The secret imperfections of his mind: But every one is eagle-ey’d to see Another’s faults, and his deformity.
JOHN DRYDENZeal, the blind conductor of the will.
JOHN DRYDENI never saw any good that came of telling truth.
JOHN DRYDENDeath in itself is nothing; but we fear to be we know not what, we know not where.
JOHN DRYDENTime glides with undiscover’d haste; The future but a length behind the past.
JOHN DRYDENFor they can conquer who believe they can.
JOHN DRYDENThe winds are out of breath.
JOHN DRYDEN