All empire is no more than power in trust.
JOHN DRYDENSeas are the fields of combat for the winds; but when they sweep along some flowery coast, their wings move mildly, and their rage is lost.
More John Dryden Quotes
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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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Old age creeps on us where we think it night.
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God never made his work for man to mend.
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When a man’s life is under debate, The judge can ne’er too long deliberate.
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Here lies my wife: here let her lie! Now she’s at rest, and so am I.
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Swift was the race, but short the time to run.
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Ill habits gather unseen degrees, as brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.
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Content with poverty, my soul I arm; And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.
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Love and Time with reverence use, Treat them like a parting friend: Nor the golden gifts refuse Which in youth sincere they send: For each year their price is more, And they less simple than before.
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Fool that I was, upon my eagle’s wings I bore this wren, till I was tired with soaring, and now he mounts above me.
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Love is a passion Which kindles honor into noble acts.
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But love’s a malady without a cure.
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There is a pleasure in being mad, which none but madmen know.
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Reason is a crutch for age, but youth is strong enough to walk alone.
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None but the brave deserve the fair.
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Treason is greatest where trust is greatest.
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Tis a good thing to laugh at any rate; and if a straw can tickle a man, it is an instrument of happiness.
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What passion cannot music raise and quell!
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All heiresses are beautiful.
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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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To die for faction is a common evil, But to be hanged for nonsense is the devil.
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So softly death succeeded life in her, She did but dream of heaven, and she was there.
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None, none descends into himself, to find The secret imperfections of his mind: But every one is eagle-ey’d to see Another’s faults, and his deformity.
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Never was patriot yet, but was a fool.
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Sweet is pleasure after pain.
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Sculptors are obliged to follow the manners of the painters, and to make many ample folds, which are unsufferable hardness, and more like a rock than a natural garment.
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