But when to sin our biased nature leans, The careful Devil is still at hand with means; And providently pimps for ill desires.
JOHN DRYDENAll objects lose by too familiar a view.
More John Dryden Quotes
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There is a pleasure in being mad, which none but madmen know.
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There is a proud modesty in merit.
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Great wits are sure to madness near allied, and thin partitions do their bounds divide.
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Presence of mind and courage in distress, Are more than arrives to procure success?
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Dreams are but interludes that fancy makes… Sometimes forgotten things, long cast behind Rush forward in the brain, and come to mind.
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Murder may pass unpunished for a time, But tardy justice will overtake the crime.
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Every language is so full of its own proprieties that what is beautiful in one is often barbarous, nay, sometimes nonsense, in another.
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Blown roses hold their sweetness to the last.
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Fiction is of the essence of poetry as well as of painting; there is a resemblance in one of human bodies, things, and actions which are not real, and in the other of a true story by fiction.
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Those who write ill, and they who ne’er durst write, Turn critics out of mere revenge and spite.
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He who would search for pearls must dive below.
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God never made his work for man to mend.
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They say everything in the world is good for something.
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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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Shame on the body for breaking down while the spirit perseveres.
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Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray; Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery way: Pleased with the surface, we glide swiftly on, And see the dangers that we cannot shun.
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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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For what can power give more than food and drink, To live at ease, and not be bound to think?
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Content with poverty, my soul I arm; And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.
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Dancing is the poetry of the foot.
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Railing and praising were his usual themes; and both showed his judgment in extremes. Either over violent or over civil, so everyone to him was either god or devil.
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Much malice mingled with a little wit Perhaps may censure this mysterious writ.
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We first make our habits, and then our habits make us.
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None, 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.
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Sweet is pleasure after pain.
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The sooner you treat your son as a man, the sooner he will be one.
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