Better to hunt in fields, for health unbought, Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught, The wise, for cure, on exercise depend; God never made his work for man to mend.
JOHN DRYDENNor is the people’s judgment always true: the most may err as grossly as the few.
More John Dryden Quotes
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Griefs assured are felt before they come.
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Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.
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Men are but children of a larger growth, Our appetites as apt to change as theirs, And full as craving too, and full as vain.
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A woman’s counsel brought us first to woe, And made her man his paradise forego, Where at heart’s ease he liv’d; and might have been As free from sorrow as he was from sin.
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Keen appetite And quick digestion wait on you and yours.
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And that the Scriptures, though not everywhere Free from corruption, or entire, or clear, Are uncorrupt, sufficient, clear, entire In all things which our needful faith require.
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Shame on the body for breaking down while the spirit perseveres.
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Dreams are but interludes that fancy makes… Sometimes forgotten things, long cast behind Rush forward in the brain, and come to mind.
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The love of liberty with life is given, And life itself the inferior gift of Heaven.
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Love is a passion Which kindles honor into noble acts.
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While I am compassed round With mirth, my soul lies hid in shades of grief, Whence, like the bird of night, with half-shut eyes, She peeps, and sickens at the sight of day.
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O freedom, first delight of human kind!
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Our vows are heard betimes! and Heaven takes care To grant, before we can conclude the prayer: Preventing angels met it half the way, And sent us back to praise, who came to pray.
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Desire of greatness is a godlike sin.
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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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More liberty begets desire of more; The hunger still increases with the store.
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Virtue is her own reward.
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Blown roses hold their sweetness to the last.
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Some 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.
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Satire among the Romans, but not among the Greeks, was a bitter invective poem.
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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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We first make our habits, and then our habits make us.
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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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He who would pry behind the scenes oft sees a counterfeit.
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Old as I am, for ladies’ love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet.
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Thus, while the mute creation downward bend Their sight, and to their earthly mother ten, Man looks aloft; and with erected eyes Beholds his own hereditary skies.
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