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.
JOHN DRYDENWelcome, thou kind deceiver! Thou best of thieves; who, with an easy key, Dost open life, and, unperceived by us, Even steal us from ourselves.
JOHN DRYDENLight sufferings give us leisure to complain.
JOHN DRYDENHushed as midnight silence.
JOHN DRYDENPresent joys are more to flesh and blood Than a dull prospect of a distant good.
JOHN DRYDENFreedom which in no other land will thrive, Freedom an English subject’s sole prerogative.
JOHN DRYDENKeen appetite And quick digestion wait on you and yours.
JOHN DRYDENWar seldom enters but where wealth allures.
JOHN DRYDENAnd that the Scriptures, though not everywhere Free from corruption, or entire, or clear, Are uncorrupt, sufficient, clear, entire In all things which our needful faith require.
JOHN DRYDENMore liberty begets desire of more; The hunger still increases with the store.
JOHN DRYDENWhat, 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?
JOHN DRYDENSecret guilt is by silence revealed.
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 DRYDENPlots, true or false, are necessary things, To raise up commonwealths and ruin kings.
JOHN DRYDENDreams are but interludes that fancy makes… Sometimes forgotten things, long cast behind Rush forward in the brain, and come to mind.
JOHN DRYDENSome of our philosophizing divines have too much exalted the faculties of our souls, when they have maintained that by their force mankind has been able to find out God.
JOHN DRYDEN