Our souls sit close and silently within, And their own web from their own entrails spin; And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such, That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch.
JOHN DRYDENIf by the people you understand the multitude, the hoi polloi, ’tis no matter what they think; they are sometimes in the right, sometimes in the wrong; their judgment is a mere lottery.
More John Dryden Quotes
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Virtue is her own reward.
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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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He who trusts secrets to a servant makes him his master.
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The scum that rises upmost, when the nation boils.
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Truth is the foundation of all knowledge and the cement of all societies.
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O freedom, first delight of human kind!
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Treason is greatest where trust is greatest.
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Those who write ill, and they who ne’er durst write, Turn critics out of mere revenge and spite.
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War is the trade of kings.
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We first make our habits, and then our habits make us.
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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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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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Sure there’s contagion in the tears of friends.
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Murder may pass unpunished for a time, But tardy justice will overtake the crime.
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Nor is the people’s judgment always true: the most may err as grossly as the few.
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