None would live past years again, Yet all hope pleasure in what yet remain; And, from the dregs of life, think to receive, What the first sprightly running could not give.
JOHN DRYDENMen are but children of a larger growth, Our appetites as apt to change as theirs, And full as craving too, and full as vain.
More John Dryden Quotes
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The trumpet’s loud clangor Excites us to arms.
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We by art unteach what Nature taught.
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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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Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise!
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Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is with thoughts of what may be.
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Courage from hearts and not from numbers grows.
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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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Shame on the body for breaking down while the spirit perseveres.
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I saw myself the lambent easy light Gild the brown horror, and dispel the night.
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He is a perpetual fountain of good sense.
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And love’s the noblest frailty of the mind.
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War seldom enters but where wealth allures.
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Freedom which in no other land will thrive, Freedom an English subject’s sole prerogative.
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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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Treason is greatest where trust is greatest.
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