John Dryden Quotes
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Whistling to keep myself from being afraid.
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Fame then was cheap, and the first comer sped;And they have kept it since by being dead.
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I have a soul that like an ample shieldCan take in all, and verge enough for more.
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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.
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She feared no danger, for she knew no sin.
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Him of the western dome, whose weighty senseFlows in fit words and heavenly eloquence.
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You see through love, and that deludes your sight, As what is straight seems crooked through the water.
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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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For they conquer who believe they can.
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All empire is no more than power in trust.
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Can heav'nly minds such high resentment show,Or exercise their spite in human woe?
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Love taught him shame; and shame, with love at strife,Soon taught the sweet civilities of life.
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Look around the inhabited world; how few know their own good, or knowing it, pursue.
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I am resolved to grow fat, and look young till forty.
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With ravished earsThe monarch hears;Assumes the god,Affects the nod,And seems to shake the spheres.
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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.
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I am reading Jonson's verses to the memory of Shakespeare; an insolent, sparing, and invidious panegyric...
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He's somewhat lewd; but a well-meaning mind;Weeps much; fights little; but is wond'rous kind.
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Since heaven's eternal year is thine.
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And torture one poor word ten thousand ways.
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A Heroick Poem, truly such, is undoubtedly the greatest Work which the Soul of Man is capable to perform.
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Boldness is a mask for fear, however great.
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And that one hunting, which the Devil design'dFor one fair female, lost him half the kind.
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Thespis, the first professor of our art,At country wakes sung ballads from a cart.