Pity melts the mind to love.
JOHN DRYDENA narrow mind begets obstinacy; we do not easily believe what we cannot see.
More John Dryden Quotes
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Much malice mingled with a little wit Perhaps may censure this mysterious writ.
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Ill habits gather unseen degrees, as brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.
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Bold knaves thrive without one grain of sense, But good men starve for want of impudence.
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Treason is greatest where trust is greatest.
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There’s a proud modesty in merit; averse from asking, and resolved to pay ten times the gifts it asks.
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Words are but pictures of our thoughts.
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Seas 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.
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A woman’s counsel brought us first to woe, And made her man his paradise forego, Where at heart’s ease he liv’d; and might have been As free from sorrow as he was from sin.
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Hushed as midnight silence.
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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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Many things impossible to thought have been by need to full perfection brought.
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An hour will come, with pleasure to relate Your sorrows past, as benefits of Fate.
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Content with poverty, my soul I arm; And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.
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The sooner you treat your son as a man, the sooner he will be one.
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The trumpet’s loud clangor Excites us to arms.
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But far more numerous was the herd of such, Who think too little, and who talk too much.
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Griefs assured are felt before they come.
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We can never be grieved for their miseries who are thoroughly wicked, and have thereby justly called their calamities on themselves.
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For all the happiness mankind can gain Is not in pleasure, but in rest from pain.
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Errors like straws upon the surface flow, Who would search for pearls to be grateful for often must dive below.
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There is a proud modesty in merit.
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All flowers will droop in the absence of the sun that waked their sweets.
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Blown roses hold their sweetness to the last.
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Virtue is her own reward.
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Silence in times of suffering is the best.
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Courage from hearts and not from numbers grows.
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