John Dryden

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The province of the soul is large enough to fill up every cranny of your time, and leave you much to answer for if one wretch be damned by your neglect.
- John Dryden
Collection: Soul
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Imitation pleases, because it affords matter for inquiring into the truth or falsehood of imitation, by comparing its likeness or unlikeness with the original.
- John Dryden
Collection: Matter
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Damn'd neuters, in their middle way of steering, Are neither fish, nor flesh, nor good red herring.
- John Dryden
Collection: Flesh
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Humility and resignation are our prime virtues.
- John Dryden
Collection: Humility
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Let cheerfulness on happy fortune wait.
- John Dryden
Collection: Waiting
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Not to ask is not be denied.
- John Dryden
Collection: Silence
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Ill fortune seldom comes alone.
- John Dryden
Collection: Fortune
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When bounteous autumn rears her head, he joys to pull the ripened pear.
- John Dryden
Collection: Autumn
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Thoughts cannot form themselves in words so horrid As can express my guilt.
- John Dryden
Collection: Guilt
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Take the good the gods provide thee.
- John Dryden
Collection: Thee
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[T]he Famous Rules which the French call, Des Trois Unitez , or, The Three Unities, which ought to be observ'd in every Regular Play; namely, of Time, Place, and Action.
- John Dryden
Collection: Play
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Ye moon and stars, bear witness to the truth.
- John Dryden
Collection: Stars
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The wretched have no friends.
- John Dryden
Collection: Friends
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The gods, (if gods to goodness are inclined If acts of mercy touch their heavenly mind), And, more than all the gods, your generous heart, Conscious of worth, requite its own desert!
- John Dryden
Collection: Heart
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And, dying, bless the hand that gave the blow.
- John Dryden
Collection: Blow
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Music, Music for a while Shall all your cares beguile. Alexander's Feast
- John Dryden
Collection: Care
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Heaven be thanked, we live in such an age, When no man dies for love, but on the stage.
- John Dryden
Collection: Love
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The perverseness of my fate is such that he's not mine because he's mine too much.
- John Dryden
Collection: Fate
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It is almost impossible to translate verbally and well at the same time; for the Latin (a most severe and compendious language) often expresses that in one word which either the barbarity or the narrowness of modern tongues cannot supply in more. ...But since every language is so full of its own proprieties that what is beautiful in one is often barbarous, nay, sometimes nonsense, in another, it would be unreasonable to limit a translator to the narrow compass of his author's words; it is enough if he choose out some expression which does not vitiate the sense.
- John Dryden
Collection: Beautiful
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Pleasure never comes sincere to man; but lent by heaven upon hard usury.
- John Dryden
Collection: Men
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Heroic poetry has ever been esteemed the greatest work of human nature.
- John Dryden
Collection: Poetry
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Fortune, that with malicious joyDoes man her slave oppress,Proud of her office to destroy,Is seldom pleasd to bless.
- John Dryden
Collection: Men
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The commendation of adversaries is the greatest triumph of a writer, because it never comes unless extorted.
- John Dryden
Collection: Triumph
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Uncertain whose the narrowest span,--the clown unread, or half-read gentleman.
- John Dryden
Collection: Reading
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Having mourned your sin, for outward Eden lost, find paradise within.
- John Dryden
Collection: Eden
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Happy the man, and happy he alone, he, who can call today his own.
- John Dryden
Collection: Happiness
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If one must be rejected, one succeed, make him my lord within whose faithful breast is fixed my image, and who loves me best.
- John Dryden
Collection: Faithful
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Prodigious actions may as well be done, by weaver's issue, as the prince's son.
- John Dryden
Collection: Son
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As poetry is the harmony of words, so music is that of notes.
- John Dryden
Collection: Music
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Whistling to keep myself from being afraid.
- John Dryden
Collection: Courage
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Raw in the fields the rude militia swarms, Mouth without hands; maintained at vast expense, In peace a charge, in war a weak defence.
- John Dryden
Collection: Military
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My love's a noble madness.
- John Dryden
Collection: Love
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I am reading Jonson’s verses to the memory of Shakespeare; an insolent, sparing, and invidious panegyric...
- John Dryden
Collection: Reading
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Uncertain whose the narrowest span, – the clown unread, or half-read gentleman.
- John Dryden
Collection: Reading