Riches cannot rescue from the grave, which claims alike the monarch and the slave.
JOHN DRYDENThe bravest men are subject most to chance.
More John Dryden Quotes
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The winds are out of breath.
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At home the hateful names of parties cease, And factious souls are wearied into peace.
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But love’s a malady without a cure.
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Truth is the object of our understanding, as good is of our will; and the understanding can no more be delighted with a lie than the will can choose an apparent evil.
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Blown roses hold their sweetness to the last.
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For all the happiness mankind can gain Is not in pleasure, but in rest from pain.
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Ill habits gather unseen degrees, as brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.
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He trudged along unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went, for want of thought.
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Truth is never to be expected from authors whose understanding is warped with enthusiasm.
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Never was patriot yet, but was a fool.
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Here lies my wife: here let her lie! Now she’s at rest, and so am I.
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Trust reposed in noble natures obliges them the more.
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War is the trade of kings.
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We must beat the iron while it is hot, but we may polish it at leisure.
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Many things impossible to thought have been by need to full perfection brought.
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