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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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For present joys are more to flesh and bloodThan a dull prospect of a distant good.
John Dryden
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Repentance is but want of power to sin.
John Dryden -
Midas me no midas.
John Dryden -
All, all of a piece throughout:Thy chase had a beast in view;Thy wars brought nothing about;Thy lovers were all untrue.'Tis well an old age is out,And time to begin a new.
John Dryden -
Genius must be born, and never can be taught.
John Dryden -
Dancing is the poetry of the foot.
John Dryden -
I am reading Jonson's verses to the memory of Shakespeare; an insolent, sparing, and invidious panegyric...
John Dryden
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This is the porcelain clay of humankind.
John Dryden -
Truth is the foundation of all knowledge, and the cement of all societies.
John Dryden -
All have not the gift of martyrdom.
John Dryden -
Too black for heav'n, and yet too white for hell.
John Dryden -
Fairest Isle, all isles excelling,Seat of pleasures, and of loves;Venus here will choose her dwelling,And forsake her Cyprian groves.
John Dryden -
To die is landing on some distant shore.
John Dryden
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Love is not in our choice but in our fate.
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They that possess the prince possess the laws.
John Dryden -
Our souls sit close and silently within,And their own web from their own entrails spin;And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such,That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch.
John Dryden -
The true Amphitryon is the Amphitryon where we dine.
John Dryden -
The wrath of Peleus' son, O Muse, resound;Whose dire effects the Grecian army found,And many a hero, king, and hardy knight,Were sent, in early youth, to shades of night.
John Dryden