Virgil and Horace were the severest writers of the severest age.
JOHN DRYDENThere is a proud modesty in merit.
More John Dryden Quotes
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The bravest men are subject most to chance.
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Freedom which in no other land will thrive, Freedom an English subject’s sole prerogative.
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For they can conquer who believe they can.
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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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Fattened in vice, so callous and so gross, he sins and sees not, senseless of his loss.
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Reason to rule, mercy to forgive: The first is law, the last prerogative. Life is an adventure in forgiveness.
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He who would pry behind the scenes oft sees a counterfeit.
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Great wits are sure to madness near allied, and thin partitions do their bounds divide.
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But love’s a malady without a cure.
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Better to hunt in fields, for health unbought, Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught, The wise, for cure, on exercise depend; God never made his work for man to mend.
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Treason is greatest where trust is greatest.
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Love works a different way in different minds, the fool it enlightens and the wise it blinds.
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The thought of being nothing after death is a burden insupportable to a virtuous man.
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Repentance is but want of power to sin.
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Hushed as midnight silence.
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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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Bold knaves thrive without one grain of sense, But good men starve for want of impudence.
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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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We by art unteach what Nature taught.
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Youth should watch joys and shoot them as they fly.
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A woman’s counsel brought us first to woe, And made her man his paradise forego, Where at heart’s ease he liv’d; and might have been As free from sorrow as he was from sin.
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I saw myself the lambent easy light Gild the brown horror, and dispel the night.
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Desire of greatness is a godlike sin.
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Thus, while the mute creation downward bend Their sight, and to their earthly mother ten, Man looks aloft; and with erected eyes Beholds his own hereditary skies.
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There’s a proud modesty in merit; averse from asking, and resolved to pay ten times the gifts it asks.
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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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