Three poets, in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn. The first in loftiness of thought surpass’d; The next, in majesty; in both the last. The force of Nature could no further go; To make a third, she join’d the former two.
JOHN DRYDENLove is love’s reward.
More John Dryden Quotes
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All authors to their own defects are blind.
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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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And write whatever Time shall bring to pass With pens of adamant on plates of brass.
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The love of liberty with life is given, And life itself the inferior gift of Heaven.
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Secret guilt is by silence revealed.
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The scum that rises upmost, when the nation boils.
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And love’s the noblest frailty of the mind.
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Love is a passion Which kindles honor into noble acts.
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All objects lose by too familiar a view.
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Repartee is the soul of conversation.
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Griefs assured are felt before they come.
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Pity only on fresh objects stays, but with the tedious sight of woes decays.
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Virgil and Horace were the severest writers of the severest age.
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Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections.
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He look’d in years, yet in his years were seen A youthful vigor, and autumnal green.
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