Murder may pass unpunished for a time, But tardy justice will overtake the crime.
JOHN DRYDENSweet is pleasure after pain.
More John Dryden Quotes
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All delays are dangerous in war.
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Courage from hearts and not from numbers grows.
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Keen appetite And quick digestion wait on you and yours.
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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.
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When a man’s life is under debate, The judge can ne’er too long deliberate.
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There is a pleasure in being mad, which none but madmen know.
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Presence of mind and courage in distress, Are more than arrives to procure success?
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Present joys are more to flesh and blood Than a dull prospect of a distant good.
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Forgiveness to the injured does belong; but they ne’er pardon who have done wrong.
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The winds are out of breath.
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Truth is the foundation of all knowledge and the cement of all societies.
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Virgil and Horace were the severest writers of the severest age.
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A man is to be cheated into passion, but to be reasoned into truth.
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Swift was the race, but short the time to run.
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He is a perpetual fountain of good sense.
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Freedom which in no other land will thrive, Freedom an English subject’s sole prerogative.
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It is a madness to make fortune the mistress of events, because in herself she is nothing, can rule nothing, but is ruled by prudence.
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The trumpet’s loud clangor Excites us to arms.
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Among our crimes oblivion may be set.
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Plots, true or false, are necessary things, To raise up commonwealths and ruin kings.
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Virtue in distress, and vice in triumph make atheists of mankind.
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As one that neither seeks, nor shuns his foe.
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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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Sculptors are obliged to follow the manners of the painters, and to make many ample folds, which are unsufferable hardness, and more like a rock than a natural garment.
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Blown roses hold their sweetness to the last.
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At home the hateful names of parties cease, And factious souls are wearied into peace.
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