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Love is love's reward.
John Dryden
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And heaven had wanted one immortal song.But wild Ambition loves to slide, not stand,And Fortune's ice prefers to Virtue's land.
John Dryden
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A knock-down argument; 'tis but a word and a blow.
John Dryden
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Arms, and the man I sing, who, forced by Fate,And haughty Juno's unrelenting hate,Expell'd and exil'd, left the Trojan shore;Long labours both by sea and land he bore.
John Dryden
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Nor is the people's judgment always true:The most may err as grossly as the few.
John Dryden
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I am as free as Nature first made man,Ere the base laws of servitude began,When wild in woods the noble savage ran.
John Dryden
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Music is inarticulate poesy.
John Dryden
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Never was patriot yet, but was a fool.
John Dryden
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So over violent, or over civil,That every man with him was God or Devil.
John Dryden
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She, though in full-blown flower of glorious beauty,Grows cold even in the summer of her age.
John Dryden
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The sooner you treat your son as a man, the sooner he will be one.
John Dryden
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Calms appear, when storms are past,Love will have its hour at last.
John Dryden
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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 Dryden
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So softly death succeeded life in her,She did but dream of heaven, and she was there.
John Dryden
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Better one suffer, than a nation grieve.
John Dryden
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Of seeming arms to make a short essay,Then hasten to be drunk - the business of the day.
John Dryden
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T' abhor the makers, and their laws approve,Is to hate traitors and the treason love.
John Dryden
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Of all the tyrannies on human kindThe worst is that which persecutes the mind.
John Dryden
