If 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.
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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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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Reason is a crutch for age, but youth is strong enough to walk alone.
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Since a true knowledge of nature gives us pleasure, a lively imitation of it, either in poetry or painting, must produce a much greater; for both these arts are not only true imitations of nature, but of the best nature.
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Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.
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He look’d in years, yet in his years were seen A youthful vigor, and autumnal green.
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They say everything in the world is good for something.
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I saw myself the lambent easy light Gild the brown horror, and dispel the night.
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We first make our habits, and then our habits make us.
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Lucky men are favorites of Heaven.
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Let Fortune empty her whole quiver on me, I have a soul that, like an ample shield, Can take in all, and verge enough for more; Fate was not mine, nor am I Fate’s: Souls know no conquerors.
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Youth should watch joys and shoot them as they fly.
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Great souls forgive not injuries till time has put their enemies within their power, that they may show forgiveness is their own.
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Every age has a kind of universal genius, which inclines those that live in it to some particular studies.
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He trudged along unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went, for want of thought.
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Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray; Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery way: Pleased with the surface, we glide swiftly on, And see the dangers that we cannot shun.
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