Virtue in distress, and vice in triumph make atheists of mankind.
JOHN DRYDENVirtue in distress, and vice in triumph make atheists of mankind.
JOHN DRYDENDeath ends our woes, and the kind grave shuts up the mournful scene.
JOHN DRYDENSince every man who lives is born to die, And none can boast sincere felicity, With equal mind, what happens, let us bear, Nor joy nor grieve too much for things beyond our care. Like pilgrims to the’ appointed place we tend; The world’s an inn, and death the journey’s end.
JOHN DRYDENReason is a crutch for age, but youth is strong enough to walk alone.
JOHN DRYDENAll objects lose by too familiar a view.
JOHN DRYDENTreason is greatest where trust is greatest.
JOHN DRYDENFor age but tastes of pleasures youth devours.
JOHN DRYDENPride – Lord of human kind.
JOHN DRYDENRepartee is the soul of conversation.
JOHN DRYDENSet all things in their own peculiar place, and know that order is the greatest grace.
JOHN DRYDENSome of our philosophizing divines have too much exalted the faculties of our souls, when they have maintained that by their force mankind has been able to find out God.
JOHN DRYDENBut love’s a malady without a cure.
JOHN DRYDENThe trumpet’s loud clangor Excites us to arms.
JOHN DRYDENO freedom, first delight of human kind!
JOHN DRYDENLong pains, with use of bearing, are half eased.
JOHN DRYDENTruth is the foundation of all knowledge and the cement of all societies.
JOHN DRYDEN