Him of the western dome, whose weighty sense Flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence.
JOHN DRYDENHim of the western dome, whose weighty sense Flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence.
JOHN DRYDENMighty things from small beginnings grow.
JOHN DRYDENHe is a perpetual fountain of good sense.
JOHN DRYDENLet 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.
JOHN DRYDENHe invades authors like a monarch; and what would be theft in other poets is only victory in him.
JOHN DRYDENFattened in vice, so callous and so gross, he sins and sees not, senseless of his loss.
JOHN DRYDENTrust on and think To-morrow will repay; To-morrow’s falser than the former day; Lies worse; and while it says, we shall be blest With some new Joys, cuts off what we possest.
JOHN DRYDENGreat wits are sure to madness near allied, and thin partitions do their bounds divide.
JOHN DRYDENThe sooner you treat your son as a man, the sooner he will be one.
JOHN DRYDENThe scum that rises upmost, when the nation boils.
JOHN DRYDENGod never made his work for man to mend.
JOHN DRYDENSo the false spider, when her nets are spread, deep ambushed in her silent den does lie.
JOHN DRYDENOf all the tyrannies on human kind the worst is that which persecutes the mind.
JOHN DRYDENTomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today: Be fair or foul or rain or shine, The joys I have possessed in spite of fate are mine. Not heaven itself upon the past has power; But what has been has been, and I have had my hour.
JOHN DRYDENIf passion rules, how weak does reason prove!
JOHN DRYDENWhen I consider life, it is all a cheat. Yet fooled with hope, people favor this deceit.
JOHN DRYDEN