Not sharp revenge, nor hell itself can find, A fiercer torment than a guilty mind, Which day and night doth dreadfully accuse, Condemns the wretch, and still the charge renews.
JOHN DRYDENThe sooner you treat your son as a man, the sooner he will be one.
More John Dryden Quotes
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Love is not in our choice but in our fate.
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The winds are out of breath.
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Courage from hearts and not from numbers grows.
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Seas are the fields of combat for the winds; but when they sweep along some flowery coast, their wings move mildly, and their rage is lost.
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The scum that rises upmost, when the nation boils.
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The conscience of a people is their power.
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Trust reposed in noble natures obliges them the more.
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The secret pleasure of a generous act Is the great mind’s great bribe.
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Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is with thoughts of what may be.
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He trudged along unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went, for want of thought.
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Secret guilt is by silence revealed.
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He who would search for pearls must dive below.
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Some 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.
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Pity melts the mind to love.
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Satire among the Romans, but not among the Greeks, was a bitter invective poem.
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Happy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave deserves the fair.
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For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.
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Among our crimes oblivion may be set.
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Truth is never to be expected from authors whose understanding is warped with enthusiasm.
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If the faults of men in orders are only to be judged among themselves, they are all in some sort parties; for, since they say the honour of their order is concerned in every member of it, how can we be sure that they will be impartial judges?
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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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No government has ever been, or can ever be, wherein time-servers and blockheads will not be uppermost.
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Bold knaves thrive without one grain of sense, But good men starve for want of impudence.
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All objects lose by too familiar a view.
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Plots, true or false, are necessary things, To raise up commonwealths and ruin kings.
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While I am compassed round With mirth, my soul lies hid in shades of grief, Whence, like the bird of night, with half-shut eyes, She peeps, and sickens at the sight of day.
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