John Dryden

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Men are but children of a larger growth.
- John Dryden
Collection: Children
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The elephant is never won by anger; nor must that man who would reclaim a lion take him by the teeth.
- John Dryden
Collection: Anger
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He was the man who of all modern, and perhaps ancient poets, had the largest and most comprehensive soul. . . . He was naturally learn'd; he needed not the spectacles of books to read Nature; he looked inwards, and found her there. . . . He is many times flat, insipid; his comic wit degenerating in to clenches, his serious swelling into bombast. But he is always great, when some occasion is presented to him.
- John Dryden
Collection: Book
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War is a trade of kings.
- John Dryden
Collection: Kings
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Her wit was more than man, her innocence a child.
- John Dryden
Collection: Children
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Softly sweet, in Lydian measures, Soon he sooth'd his soul to pleasures. War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honour but an empty bubble; Never ending, still beginning, Fighting still, and still destroying. If all the world be worth the winning, Think, oh think it worth enjoying: Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee.
- John Dryden
Collection: Sweet
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She, though in full-blown flower of glorious beauty, Grows cold even in the summer of her age.
- John Dryden
Collection: Beauty
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But wild Ambition loves to slide, not stand, And Fortune's ice prefers to Virtue's land.
- John Dryden
Collection: Love
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Not Heav'n itself upon the past has pow'r; But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.
- John Dryden
Collection: Past
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Men met each other with erected look, The steps were higher that they took; Friends to congratulate their friends made haste, And long inveterate foes saluted as they pass'd.
- John Dryden
Collection: Friendship
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Bankrupt of life, yet prodigal of ease.
- John Dryden
Collection: Life
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I trade both with the living and the dead, for the enrichment of our native language.
- John Dryden
Collection: Life
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He wants worth who dares not praise a foe.
- John Dryden
Collection: Want
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Repentance is the virtue of weak minds.
- John Dryden
Collection: Mind
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So over violent, or over civil that every man with him was God or Devil.
- John Dryden
Collection: God
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…So when the last and dreadful hour This crumbling pageant shall devour, The trumpet shall be heard on high, The dead shall live, the living die, And Music shall untune the sky
- John Dryden
Collection: Sky
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If you are for a merry jaunt, I will try, for once, who can foot it farthest.
- John Dryden
Collection: Journey
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Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure,- Sweet is pleasure after pain.
- John Dryden
Collection: Sweet
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One of the greatest, most noble, and most sublime poems which either this age or nation has produced.
- John Dryden
Collection: Sublime
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Imagining is in itself the very height and life of poetry, which, by a kind of enthusiasm or extraordinary emotion of the soul, makes it seem to us that we behold those things which the poet paints.
- John Dryden
Collection: Imagination
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The scum that rises upmost, when the nation boils.
- John Dryden
Collection: Scum
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It is a madness to make fortune the mistress of events, because in herself she is nothing, can rule nothing, but is ruled by prudence.
- John Dryden
Collection: Mistress
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Every age has a kind of universal genius, which inclines those that live in it to some particular studies.
- John Dryden
Collection: Age
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He who would pry behind the scenes oft sees a counterfeit.
- John Dryden
Collection: Curiosity
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Since every man who lives is born to die, And none can boast sincere felicity, With equal mind, what happens, let us bear, Nor joy nor grieve too much for things beyond our care. Like pilgrims to the' appointed place we tend; The world's an inn, and death the journey's end.
- John Dryden
Collection: Life
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I am resolved to grow fat and look young till forty, and then slip out of the world with the first wrinkle and the reputation of five-and-twenty.
- John Dryden
Collection: Women
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Courage from hearts and not from numbers grows.
- John Dryden
Collection: Heart
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Politicians neither love nor hate.
- John Dryden
Collection: Love
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Be fair, or foul, or rain, or shine, The joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are mine. Not heaven itself upon the past has power; But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.
- John Dryden
Collection: Rain
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War seldom enters but where wealth allures.
- John Dryden
Collection: War
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Repartee is the soul of conversation.
- John Dryden
Collection: Soul
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No government has ever been, or can ever be, wherein time-servers and blockheads will not be uppermost.
- John Dryden
Collection: Government
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The glorious lamp of heaven, the radiant sun, Is Nature's eye.
- John Dryden
Collection: Nature
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Nothing to build, and all things to destroy.
- John Dryden
Collection: Zeal
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For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.
- John Dryden
Collection: Art
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What passion cannot music raise and quell!
- John Dryden
Collection: Music
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Old age creeps on us ere we think it nigh.
- John Dryden
Collection: Thinking
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Great souls forgive not injuries till time has put their enemies within their power, that they may show forgiveness is their own.
- John Dryden
Collection: Forgiveness
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For what can power give more than food and drink, To live at ease, and not be bound to think?
- John Dryden
Collection: Thinking
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Who climbs the grammar-tree, distinctly knows Where noun, and verb, and participle grows.
- John Dryden
Collection: Tree
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When Misfortune is asleep, let no one wake her.
- John Dryden
Collection: Misfortunes
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Even kings but play; and when their part is done, some other, worse or better, mounts the throne.
- John Dryden
Collection: Kings
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She feared no danger, for she knew no sin.
- John Dryden
Collection: Fear