Since 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 DRYDENWords are but pictures of our thoughts.
More John Dryden Quotes
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Every language is so full of its own proprieties that what is beautiful in one is often barbarous, nay, sometimes nonsense, in another.
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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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All heiresses are beautiful.
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The conscience of a people is their power.
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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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Nor is the people’s judgment always true: the most may err as grossly as the few.
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I saw myself the lambent easy light Gild the brown horror, and dispel the night.
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Love is love’s reward.
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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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The winds are out of breath.
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There is a pleasure in being mad, which none but madmen know.
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Among our crimes oblivion may be set.
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Beware the fury of a patient man.
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Boldness is a mask for fear, however great.
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All empire is no more than power in trust.
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