John Dryden

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Be slow to resolve, but quick in performance.
- John Dryden
Collection: Resolve
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Here lies my wife: here let her lie! Now she's at rest, and so am I.
- John Dryden
Collection: Sex
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More liberty begets desire of more; The hunger still increases with the store
- John Dryden
Collection: Desire
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While I am compassed round With mirth, my soul lies hid in shades of grief, Whence, like the bird of night, with half-shut eyes, She peeps, and sickens at the sight of day.
- John Dryden
Collection: Lying
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A happy genius is the gift of nature.
- John Dryden
Collection: Genius
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The conscience of a people is their power.
- John Dryden
Collection: People
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I never saw any good that came of telling truth.
- John Dryden
Collection: Truth
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No king nor nation one moment can retard the appointed hour.
- John Dryden
Collection: Death
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So softly death succeeded life in her, She did but dream of heaven, and she was there.
- John Dryden
Collection: Life
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Desire of power, on earth a vicious weed, Yet, sprung from high, is of celestial seed: In God 'tisglory; and when men aspire, 'Tis but a spark too much of heavenly fire.
- John Dryden
Collection: Weed
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Seas are the fields of combat for the winds; but when they sweep along some flowery coast, their wings move mildly, and their rage is lost.
- John Dryden
Collection: Moving
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The love of liberty with life is given, And life itself the inferior gift of Heaven.
- John Dryden
Collection: Heaven
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Welcome, thou kind deceiver! Thou best of thieves; who, with an easy key, Dost open life, and, unperceived by us, Even steal us from ourselves.
- John Dryden
Collection: Life
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There's a proud modesty in merit; averse from asking, and resolved to pay ten times the gifts it asks.
- John Dryden
Collection: Asking
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Riches cannot rescue from the grave, which claims alike the monarch and the slave.
- John Dryden
Collection: Riches
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Restless at home, and ever prone to range.
- John Dryden
Collection: Travel
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Or hast thou known the world so long in vain?
- John Dryden
Collection: Birthday
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The Jews, a headstrong, moody, murmuring race.
- John Dryden
Collection: Race
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He is the very Janus of poets; he wears almost everywhere two faces; and you have scarce begun to admire the one, ere you despise the other.
- John Dryden
Collection: Two
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And nobler is a limited command, Given by the love of all your native land, Than a successive title, long and dark, Drawn from the mouldy rolls of Noah's Ark.
- John Dryden
Collection: Country
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The fortitude of a Christian consists in patience, not in enterprises which the poets call heroic, and which are commonly the effects of interest, pride and worldly honor.
- John Dryden
Collection: Christian
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So poetry, which is in Oxford made An art, in London only is a trade.
- John Dryden
Collection: Art
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Genius must be born, it can't be taught.
- John Dryden
Collection: Genius
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Criticism is now become mere hangman's work, and meddles only with the faults of authors ; nay, the critic is disgusted less with their absurdities than excellence ; and you cannot displease him more than in leaving him little room for his malice.
- John Dryden
Collection: Leaving
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How easy it is to call rogue and villain, and that wittily! But how hard to make a man appear a fool, a blockhead, or a knave, without using any of those opprobrious terms! Tosparethegrossness ofthenames, and to dothe thing yet moreseverely, isto drawa full face, and tomake the nose and cheeks stand out, and yet not to employ any depth of shadowing.
- John Dryden
Collection: Men
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A brave man scorns to quarrel once a day; Like Hectors in at every petty fray.
- John Dryden
Collection: Men
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Love is a child that talks in broken language, yet then he speaks most plain.
- John Dryden
Collection: Children
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Thou strong seducer, Opportunity!
- John Dryden
Collection: Success
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I maintain, against the enemies of the stage, that patterns of piety, decently represented, may second the precepts.
- John Dryden
Collection: Drama
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And that one hunting, which the Devil design'd For one fair female, lost him half the kind.
- John Dryden
Collection: Women
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To breed up the son to common sense is evermore the parent's least expense.
- John Dryden
Collection: Education
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Discover the opinion of your enemies, which is commonly the truest; for they will give you no quarter, and allow nothing to complaisance.
- John Dryden
Collection: Giving
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The propriety of thoughts and words, which are the hidden beauties of a play, are but confusedly judged in the vehemence of action.
- John Dryden
Collection: Drama
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My heart's so full of joy, That I shall do some wild extravagance Of love in public; and the foolish world, Which knows not tenderness, will think me mad.
- John Dryden
Collection: Heart
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Railing in other men may be a crime, But ought to pass for mere instinct in him: Instinct he follows and no further knows, For to write verse with him is to transprose.
- John Dryden
Collection: Writing
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Better one suffer than a nation grieve.
- John Dryden
Collection: Grieving
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Secret guilt by silence is betrayed.
- John Dryden
Collection: Silence
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Music is inarticulate poesy.
- John Dryden
Collection: Music
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With odorous oil thy head and hair are sleek; And then thou kemb'st the tuzzes on thy cheek: Of these, my barbers take a costly care.
- John Dryden
Collection: Hair
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Shakespeare was the Homer, or father of our dramatic poets;Jonson was theVirgil, the pattern of elaborate writing; I admire him, but I love Shakespeare.
- John Dryden
Collection: Father
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O freedom, first delight of human kind!
- John Dryden
Collection: Freedom
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Sweet is pleasure after pain.
- John Dryden
Collection: Sweet
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Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace.
- John Dryden
Collection: Strength
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Order is the greatest grace.
- John Dryden
Collection: Order
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Joy rul'd the day, and Love the night.
- John Dryden
Collection: Life
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Ah, how sweet it is to love! Ah, how gay is young Desire! And what pleasing pains we prove When we first approach Love's fire!
- John Dryden
Collection: Love
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Dreams are but interludes, which fancy makes; When monarch reason sleeps, this mimic wakes.
- John Dryden
Collection: Dream