Affability, mildness, tenderness, and a word which I would fain bring back to its original signification of virtue,–I mean good-nature,–are of daily use; they are the bread of mankind and staff of life.
John DrydenJohn Dryden Mighty things from small beginnings grow.
John DrydenJohn Dryden But far more numerous was the herd of such, Who think too little, and who talk too much.
John DrydenJohn Dryden The thought of being nothing after death is a burden insupportable to a virtuous man.
John DrydenJohn Dryden Better to hunt in fields, for health unbought, Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught, The wise, for cure, on exercise depend; God never made his work for man to mend.
John DrydenJohn Dryden Trust 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 DrydenJohn Dryden Tomorrow 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 DrydenJohn Dryden By education most have been misled; So they believe, because they were bred. The priest continues where the nurse began, And thus the child imposes on the man.
John DrydenJohn Dryden Dancing is the poetry of the foot.
John DrydenJohn Dryden If all the world be worth thy winning. / Think, oh think it worth enjoying: / Lovely Thaïs sits beside thee, / Take the good the gods provide thee.
John DrydenJohn Dryden Find someone who can hear you even when you’re silent.
Brad NeatonBrad Neaton Shadows follow me the way a vulture stalks death. One small step ahead.
Danielle MontgomeryDanielle Montgomery Hidden in the ashes, of a fallen building lays a child’s family photo, with whom he could never unite in life.
Heba NazarHeba Nazar To love something, someone. You don’t need to own them.
Sonika MSonika M When you miss someone, you realize their worth and your faith.
Aradhna S BirenAradhna S Biren The bed was the canvas, we were the art.
Jonny OxJonny Ox
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