Shakespeare was the Homer, or father of our dramatic poets;Jonson was theVirgil, the pattern of elaborate writing; I admire him, but I love Shakespeare.
JOHN DRYDENLet Fortune empty her whole quiver on me, I have a soul that, like an ample shield, Can take in all, and verge enough for more; Fate was not mine, nor am I Fate’s: Souls know no conquerors.
More John Dryden Quotes
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Great wits are sure to madness near allied, and thin partitions do their bounds divide.
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Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is with thoughts of what may be.
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Order is the greatest grace.
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Men’s virtues I have commended as freely as I have taxed their crimes.
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As one that neither seeks, nor shuns his foe.
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Sweet is pleasure after pain.
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If all the world be worth thy winning. / Think, oh think it worth enjoying: / Lovely Thaïs sits beside thee, / Take the good the gods provide thee.
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Fowls, by winter forced, forsake the floods, and wing their hasty flight to happier lands.
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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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Men are but children of a larger growth, Our appetites as apt to change as theirs, And full as craving too, and full as vain.
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Our vows are heard betimes! and Heaven takes care To grant, before we can conclude the prayer: Preventing angels met it half the way, And sent us back to praise, who came to pray.
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They live too long who happiness outlive.
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Griefs assured are felt before they come.
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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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So the false spider, when her nets are spread, deep ambushed in her silent den does lie.
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