For all the happiness mankind can gain Is not in pleasure, but in rest from pain.
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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Railing and praising were his usual themes; and both showed his judgment in extremes. Either over violent or over civil, so everyone to him was either god or devil.
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Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections. For love which hath ends, will have an end; whereas that which is founded on true virtue, will always continue.
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A good conscience is a port which is landlocked on every side, where no winds can possibly invade. There a man may not only see his own image, but that of his Maker, clearly reflected from the undisturbed waters.
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Faith is to believe what you do not yet see: the reward for this faith is to see what you believe. Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace.
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Sure there is none but fears a future state; And when the most obdurate swear they do not, Their trembling hearts belie their boasting tongues.
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The thought of being nothing after death is a burden insupportable to a virtuous man.
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Death ends our woes, and the kind grave shuts up the mournful scene.
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Words are but pictures of our thoughts.
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I saw myself the lambent easy light Gild the brown horror, and dispel the night.
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But far more numerous was the herd of such, Who think too little, and who talk too much.
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Fowls, by winter forced, forsake the floods, and wing their hasty flight to happier lands.
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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.
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But Shakespeare’s magic could not copied be; Within that circle none durst walk but he.
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They that possess the prince possess the laws.
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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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