O freedom, first delight of human kind!
JOHN DRYDENO freedom, first delight of human kind!
JOHN DRYDENFowls, by winter forced, forsake the floods, and wing their hasty flight to happier lands.
JOHN DRYDENThey think too little who talk too much.
JOHN DRYDENReason is a crutch for age, but youth is strong enough to walk alone.
JOHN DRYDENOur 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.
JOHN DRYDENShakespeare 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 DRYDENAs one that neither seeks, nor shuns his foe.
JOHN DRYDENTomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today: Be fair or foul or rain or shine, The joys I have possessed in spite of fate are mine. Not heaven itself upon the past has power; But what has been has been, and I have had my hour.
JOHN DRYDENIf thou dost still retain the same ill habits, the same follies, too, still thou art bound to vice, and still a slave.
JOHN DRYDENFor truth has such a face and such a mien, as to be loved needs only to be seen.
JOHN DRYDENRepartee is the soul of conversation.
JOHN DRYDENNone are so busy as the fool and the knave.
JOHN DRYDENI never saw any good that came of telling truth.
JOHN DRYDENHe was exhaled; his great Creator drew His spirit, as the sun the morning dew.
JOHN DRYDENEvery language is so full of its own proprieties that what is beautiful in one is often barbarous, nay, sometimes nonsense, in another.
JOHN DRYDENEvery age has a kind of universal genius, which inclines those that live in it to some particular studies.
JOHN DRYDEN