John Dryden

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He made all countries where he came his own.
- John Dryden
Collection: Country
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I am reading Jonson's verses to the memory of Shakespeare; an insolent, sparing, and invidious panegyric.
- John Dryden
Collection: Memories
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Shakespeare was naturally learned; he needed not the spectacles of the books to read nature; he looked inward, and found her there.
- John Dryden
Collection: Book
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Bacchus ever fair and young, Drinking joys did first ordain. Bachus's blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure, Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure- Sweet is pleasure after pain.
- John Dryden
Collection: Sweet
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To die for faction is a common evil, But to be hanged for nonsense is the devil.
- John Dryden
Collection: Evil
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The true Amphitryon is the Amphitryon where we dine.
- John Dryden
Collection: Dine
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Revealed religion first informed thy sight, and reason saw not till faith sprung to light.
- John Dryden
Collection: Light
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We by art unteach what Nature taught.
- John Dryden
Collection: Art
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Merit challenges envy.
- John Dryden
Collection: Envy
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A man is to be cheated into passion, but to be reasoned into truth.
- John Dryden
Collection: Passion
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Love either finds equality or makes it.
- John Dryden
Collection: Love
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In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, Ere one to one was cursedly confin'd: When Nature prompted, and no Law deni'd Promiscuous use of concubine and bride; Then, Israel's monarch, after Heaven's own heart, His vigorous warmth did variously impart To wives and slaves: and, wide as his command, Scatter'd his Maker's image through the land.
- John Dryden
Collection: Heart
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A lazy frost, a numbness of the mind.
- John Dryden
Collection: Numbness
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Truth is never to be expected from authors whose understanding is warped with enthusiasm.
- John Dryden
Collection: Truth
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Bold knaves thrive without one grain of sense, But good men starve for want of impudence.
- John Dryden
Collection: Men
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Trust reposed in noble natures obliges them the more.
- John Dryden
Collection: Noble
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Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections.
- John Dryden
Collection: Grace
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Pity only on fresh objects stays, but with the tedious sight of woes decays.
- John Dryden
Collection: Sight
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Long pains, with use of bearing, are half eased.
- John Dryden
Collection: Pain
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Old as I am, for ladies' love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet.
- John Dryden
Collection: Love
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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
Collection: Eye
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Faith is to believe what you do not yet see: the reward for this faith is to see what you believe. Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace.
- John Dryden
Collection: Believe
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For all the happiness mankind can gain Is not in pleasure, but in rest from pain.
- John Dryden
Collection: Happiness
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Sure there's contagion in the tears of friends.
- John Dryden
Collection: Tears
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Desire of greatness is a godlike sin.
- John Dryden
Collection: Greatness
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An hour will come, with pleasure to relate Your sorrows past, as benefits of Fate.
- John Dryden
Collection: Fate
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Every language is so full of its own proprieties that what is beautiful in one is often barbarous, nay, sometimes nonsense, in another.
- John Dryden
Collection: Beautiful
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Few know the use of life before 'tis past.
- John Dryden
Collection: Past
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Mighty things from small beginnings grow.
- John Dryden
Collection: Love
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A narrow mind begets obstinacy; we do not easily believe what we cannot see.
- John Dryden
Collection: Believe
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If by the people you understand the multitude, the hoi polloi, 'tis no matter what they think; they are sometimes in the right, sometimes in the wrong; their judgment is a mere lottery.
- John Dryden
Collection: Thinking
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None are so busy as the fool and the knave.
- John Dryden
Collection: Knaves
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The winds are out of breath.
- John Dryden
Collection: Wind
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Hushed as midnight silence.
- John Dryden
Collection: Silence
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Three poets, in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn. The first in loftiness of thought surpass'd; The next, in majesty; in both the last. The force of Nature could no further go; To make a third, she join'd the former two.
- John Dryden
Collection: Nature
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Lucky men are favorites of Heaven.
- John Dryden
Collection: Men
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But how can finite grasp Infinity?
- John Dryden
Collection: Infinity
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Deathless laurel is the victor's due.
- John Dryden
Collection: Fame
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He invades authors like a monarch; and what would be theft in other poets is only victory in him.
- John Dryden
Collection: Victory
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They first condemn that first advised the ill.
- John Dryden
Collection: Advice
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Keen appetite And quick digestion wait on you and yours.
- John Dryden
Collection: Food
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When I consider life, 't is all a cheat. Yet fool'd with hope, men favour the deceit; Trust on, and think to-morrow will repay. To-morrow 's falser than the former day; Lies worse, and while it says we shall be blest With some new joys, cuts off what we possest. Strange cozenage! none would live past years again, Yet all hope pleasure in what yet remain; And from the dregs of life think to receive What the first sprightly running could not give.
- John Dryden
Collection: Life
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From harmony, from heavenly harmony, This universal frame began: When nature underneath a heap Of jarring atoms lay, And could not heave her head, The tuneful voice was heard from high, 'Arise, ye more than dead!' Then cold, and hot, and moist, and dry, In order to their stations leap, And Music's power obey. From harmony, from heavenly harmony, This universal frame began: From harmony to harmony Through all the compass of the notes it ran, The diapason closing full in Man.
- John Dryden
Collection: Men
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Not sharp revenge, nor hell itself can find, A fiercer torment than a guilty mind, Which day and night doth dreadfully accuse, Condemns the wretch, and still the charge renews.
- John Dryden
Collection: Revenge