Fiction is of the essence of poetry as well as of painting; there is a resemblance in one of human bodies, things, and actions which are not real, and in the other of a true story by fiction.
JOHN DRYDENFame then was cheap, and the first comer sped; And they have kept it since by being dead.
More John Dryden Quotes
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Welcome, thou kind deceiver! Thou best of thieves; who, with an easy key, Dost open life, and, unperceived by us, Even steal us from ourselves.
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Good sense and good-nature are never separated, though the ignorant world has thought otherwise. Good-nature, by which I mean beneficence and candor, is the product of right reason.
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At home the hateful names of parties cease, And factious souls are wearied into peace.
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When a man’s life is under debate, The judge can ne’er too long deliberate.
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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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Time and death shall depart and say in flying Love has found out a way to live, by dying.
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Plots, true or false, are necessary things, To raise up commonwealths and ruin kings.
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If the faults of men in orders are only to be judged among themselves, they are all in some sort parties; for, since they say the honour of their order is concerned in every member of it, how can we be sure that they will be impartial judges?
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All flowers will droop in the absence of the sun that waked their sweets.
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An hour will come, with pleasure to relate Your sorrows past, as benefits of Fate.
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The thought of being nothing after death is a burden insupportable to a virtuous man.
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All heiresses are beautiful.
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They first condemn that first advised the ill.
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Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.
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So softly death succeeded life in her, She did but dream of heaven, and she was there.
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