Anger will never disappear so long as thoughts of resentment are cherished in the mind. Anger will disappear just as soon as thoughts of resentment are forgotten.
JOHN DRYDENIf thou dost still retain the same ill habits, the same follies, too, still thou art bound to vice, and still a slave.
More John Dryden Quotes
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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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And that the Scriptures, though not everywhere Free from corruption, or entire, or clear, Are uncorrupt, sufficient, clear, entire In all things which our needful faith require.
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But Shakespeare’s magic could not copied be; Within that circle none durst walk but he.
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Zeal, the blind conductor of the will.
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Three poets, in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn. The first in loftiness of thought surpass’d; The next, in majesty; in both the last. The force of Nature could no further go; To make a third, she join’d the former two.
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He is a perpetual fountain of good sense.
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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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Our souls sit close and silently within, And their own web from their own entrails spin; And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such, That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch.
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Dreams are but interludes that fancy makes… Sometimes forgotten things, long cast behind Rush forward in the brain, and come to mind.
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Not sharp revenge, nor hell itself can find, A fiercer torment than a guilty mind, Which day and night doth dreadfully accuse, Condemns the wretch, and still the charge renews.
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He trudged along unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went, for want of thought.
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Kings fight for empires, madmen for applause.
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All flowers will droop in the absence of the sun that waked their sweets.
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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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O freedom, first delight of human kind!
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