John Dryden Quotes
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The Famous Rules which the French call, Des Trois Unités, or, The Three Unities, which ought to be observ'd in every Regular Play; namely, of Time, Place, and Action.
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She feared no danger, for she knew no sin.
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For they conquer who believe they can.
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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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Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is with thoughts of what may be.
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Him of the western dome, whose weighty senseFlows in fit words and heavenly eloquence.
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Successful crimes alone are justified.
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And doomed to death, though fated not to die.
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Fool, not to know that love endures no tie,And Jove but laughs at lovers' perjury.
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A brave man scorns to quarrel once a day;Like Hectors in at every petty fray.
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Whatever is, is in its causes just.
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He who would search for pearls must dive below.
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Boldness is a mask for fear, however great.
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It is madness to make fortune the mistress of events, because by herself she is nothing and is ruled by prudence.
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Of ancient race by birth, but nobler yetIn his own worth.
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Lord of yourself, uncumbered with a wife.
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A man so various, that he seem’d to beNot one, but all mankind’s epitome;Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong,Was everything by starts, and nothing long;But in the course of one revolving moonWas chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon.
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Sound the trumpets; beat the drums...Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes.
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Be kind to my remains; and oh defend,Against your judgment, your departed friend!
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War is the trade of Kings.
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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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Happy who in his verse can gently steerFrom grave to light, from pleasant to severe.
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The soft complaining flute,In dying notes, discoversThe woes of hopeless lovers.
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And raw in fields the rude militia swarms,Mouths without hands; maintain'd at vast expense,In peace a charge, in war a weak defence;Stout once a month they march, a blustering band,And ever but in times of need at hand.