Tis a good thing to laugh at any rate; and if a straw can tickle a man, it is an instrument of happiness.
JOHN DRYDENCourage from hearts and not from numbers grows.
More John Dryden Quotes
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Shame on the body for breaking down while the spirit perseveres.
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Sure there’s contagion in the tears of friends.
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All, as they say, that glitters is not gold.
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Trust reposed in noble natures obliges them the more.
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Blown roses hold their sweetness to the last.
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Luxurious kings are to their people lost, They live like drones, upon the public cost.
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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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The love of liberty with life is given, And life itself the inferior gift of Heaven.
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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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Virtue is her own reward.
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A happy genius is the gift of nature.
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Since a true knowledge of nature gives us pleasure, a lively imitation of it, either in poetry or painting, must produce a much greater; for both these arts are not only true imitations of nature, but of the best nature.
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He who trusts secrets to a servant makes him his master.
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Youth, beauty, graceful action seldom fail: But common interest always will prevail; And pity never ceases to be shown To him who makes the people’s wrongs his own.
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Secret guilt is by silence revealed.
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Errors like straws upon the surface flow, Who would search for pearls to be grateful for often must dive below.
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War is the trade of kings.
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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.
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God never made his work for man to mend.
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For truth has such a face and such a mien, as to be loved needs only to be seen.
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But love’s a malady without a cure.
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Our souls sit close and silently within, And their own web from their own entrails spin; And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such, That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch.
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We must beat the iron while it is hot, but we may polish it at leisure.
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He who would search for pearls must dive below.
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For your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to me.
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