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She feared no danger, for she knew no sin.
John Dryden
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All empire is no more than power in trust.
John Dryden
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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.
John Dryden
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I am reading Jonson's verses to the memory of Shakespeare; an insolent, sparing, and invidious panegyric...
John Dryden
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But far more numerous was the herd of such, Who think too little, and who talk too much.
John Dryden
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Him of the western dome, whose weighty senseFlows in fit words and heavenly eloquence.
John Dryden
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Fool, not to know that love endures no tie,And Jove but laughs at lovers' perjury.
John Dryden
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Whate’er he did was done with so much ease,In him alone 't was natural to please.
John Dryden
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Love taught him shame; and shame, with love at strife,Soon taught the sweet civilities of life.
John Dryden
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Let old Timotheus yield the prize,Or both divide the crown;He rais’d a mortal to the skies;She drew an angel down.
John Dryden
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A Heroick Poem, truly such, is undoubtedly the greatest Work which the Soul of Man is capable to perform.
John Dryden
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You see through love, and that deludes your sight, As what is straight seems crooked through the water.
John Dryden
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I am resolved to grow fat, and look young till forty.
John Dryden
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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.
John Dryden
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Can heav'nly minds such high resentment show,Or exercise their spite in human woe?
John Dryden
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Fame then was cheap, and the first comer sped;And they have kept it since by being dead.
John Dryden
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For they conquer who believe they can.
John Dryden
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The soft complaining flute,In dying notes, discoversThe woes of hopeless lovers.
John Dryden
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I have a soul that like an ample shieldCan take in all, and verge enough for more.
John Dryden
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Either be wholly slaves or wholly free.
John Dryden
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Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections. For love which hath ends, will have an end; whereas that which is founded on true virtue, will always continue.
John Dryden
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And torture one poor word ten thousand ways.
John Dryden
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Even victors are by victories undone.
John Dryden
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Look around the inhabited world; how few know their own good, or knowing it, pursue.
John Dryden
