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Ye realms, yet unreveal'd to human sight,Ye gods who rule the regions of the night,Ye gliding ghosts, permit me to relateThe mystic wonders of your silent state!
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She knows her man, and when you rant and swear,Can draw you to her with a single hair.
John Dryden
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Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray; Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery way: Pleased with the surface, we glide swiftly on, And see the dangers that we cannot shun.
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Boldness is a mask for fear, however great.
John Dryden -
God never made His work for man to mend.
John Dryden -
For truth has such a face and such a mien, as to be loved needs only to be seen.
John Dryden -
Bacchus, ever fair and ever young.
John Dryden -
He was exhaled; his great Creator drewHis spirit, as the sun the morning dew.
John Dryden
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Beware the fury of a patient man.
John Dryden -
What precious drops are thoseWhich silently each other's track pursue,Bright as young diamonds in their infant dew?
John Dryden -
Love works a different way in different minds, the fool it enlightens and the wise it blinds.
John Dryden -
Words, once my stock, are wanting to commendSo great a poet and so good a friend.
John Dryden -
His tribe were God Almighty's gentlemen.
John Dryden -
And new-laid eggs, which Baucis' busy careTurn'd by a gentle fire and roasted rare.
John Dryden
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Joy rul'd the day, and Love the night.
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We first make our habits, and then our habits make us.
John Dryden -
Roused by the lash of his own stubborn tail our lion now will foreign foes assail.
John Dryden -
Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.
John Dryden -
All things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.
John Dryden -
Above any Greek or Roman name.
John Dryden
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Like you, an alien in a land unknown,I learn to pity woes so like my own.
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All heiresses are beautiful.
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He has not learned the first lesson of life who does not every day surmount a fear.
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Like a led victim, to my death I'll go, And, dying, bless the hand that gave the blow.
John Dryden