John Dryden Quotes
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A man is to be cheated into passion, but to be reasoned into truth.
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And kind as kings upon their coronation day.
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They say everything in the world is good for something.
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And plenty makes us poor.
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Shame on the body for breaking down while the spirit perseveres.
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Not only hating David, but the king.
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Seek not to know what must not be reveal, for joy only flows where fate is most concealed. A busy person would find their sorrows much more; if future fortunes were known before!
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Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.
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Three poets, in three distant ages born,Greece, Italy, and England did adorn.The first in loftiness of thought surpassed;The next, in majesty; in both the last.The force of Nature could no further go.To make a third, she joined the former two.
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Bold knaves thrive without one grain of sense,But good men starve for want of impudence.
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'T is not for nothing that we life pursue;It pays our hopes with something still that's new.
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Happy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own; he who, secure within, can say, tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
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Thus in a pageant-show a plot is made;And peace itself is war in masquerade.
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O gracious God! how far have weProfaned thy heavenly gift of poesy!
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Your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to me.
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Than a successive title long and dark,Drawn from the mouldy rolls of Noah's ark.
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So, when the last and dreadful HourThis crumbling Pageant shall devour,The trumpet shall be heard on high,The dead shall live, the living die,And musick shall untune the Sky.
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With how much ease believe we what we wish!
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Reason is a crutch for age, but youth is strong enough to walk alone.
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Beware the fury of a patient man.
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Whistling to keep myself from being afraid.
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Railing and praising were his usual themes;And both, to show his judgment, in extremes;So over violent, or over civil,That every man with him was God or devil.
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She hugged the offender, and forgave the offense:Sex to the last.
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Go miser go, for money sell your soul. Trade wares for wares and trudge from pole to pole, So others may say when you are dead and gone. See what a vast estate he left his son.