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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| ff13e0d | Genius must be born, and never can be taught. | John Dryden | ||
| 9b8c6cd | Be kind to my remains; and oh defend,Against your judgment, your departed friend! | John Dryden | ||
| 4de3362 | Look round the habitable world: how fewKnow their own good, or knowing it, pursue. | John Dryden | ||
| 58b1604 | Words, once my stock, are wanting to commendSo great a poet and so good a friend. | John Dryden | ||
| d0c2fdc | Lord of yourself, uncumbered with a wife. | John Dryden | ||
| daa7939 | Ill habits gather by unseen degrees -- As brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas. | John Dryden | ||
| 96c9965 | He was exhaled; his great Creator drewHis spirit, as the sun the morning dew. | John Dryden | ||
| 29dd2db | Here lies my wife:here let her lie!Now she's at rest, and so am I. | John Dryden | ||
| 26f930f | Forgiveness to the injured does belong;But they ne'er pardon who have done the wrong. | John Dryden | ||
| 3c84eaf | Fame then was cheap, and the first comer sped;And they have kept it since by being dead. | John Dryden | ||
| a2a9165 | A brave man scorns to quarrel once a day;Like Hectors in at every petty fray. | John Dryden | ||
| 2517f5e | The wretched have no friends. | John Dryden | ||
| 58c2071 | With how much ease believe we what we wish! | John Dryden | ||
| 72bbc48 | Whatever is, is in its causes just. | John Dryden | ||
| 1215abc | His hair just grizzled,As in a green old age. | John Dryden | ||
| 08cdda7 | She, though in full-blown flower of glorious beauty,Grows cold even in the summer of her age. | John Dryden | ||
| 3753907 | There is a pleasure sureIn being mad which none but madmen know. | John Dryden | ||
| 3af73d2 | Lord of humankind. | John Dryden | ||
| 79b1c7b | Second thoughts, they say, are best. | John Dryden | ||
| 611aa73 | He's a sure card. | John Dryden | ||
| e433243 | They say everything in the world is good for something. | John Dryden | ||
| fb1537c | Whate'er he did was done with so much ease,In him alone 't was natural to please. | John Dryden | ||
| ca24b47 | In friendship false, implacable in hate,Resolved to ruin or to rule the state. | John Dryden | ||
| a2fc5fe | Behold him setting in his western skies,The shadows lengthening as the vapours rise. | John Dryden | ||
| 343c954 | His courage foes, his friends his truth proclaim. | John Dryden | ||
| 1c0941d | All empire is no more than power in trust. | John Dryden | ||
| 62ac00f | Better one suffer, than a nation grieve. | John Dryden | ||
| 3855184 | But far more numerous was the herd of such,Who think too little, and who talk too much. | John Dryden | ||
| 9ea38b8 | Thus in a pageant-show a plot is made;And peace itself is war in masquerade. | John Dryden | ||
| d8ade7f | Nor is the people's judgment always true:The most may err as grossly as the few. | John Dryden | ||
| ce0b1f3 | Large was his wealth, but larger was his heart. | John Dryden | ||
| 05ea907 | Of ancient race by birth, but nobler yetIn his own worth. | John Dryden | ||
| fc90768 | Never was patriot yet, but was a fool. | John Dryden | ||
| aa0f108 | All human things are subject to decay,And, when fate summons, monarchs must obey. | John Dryden | ||
| 5d10adf | The trumpet's loud clangorExcites us to arms. | John Dryden | ||
| 0d98d97 | The soft complaining flute,The woes of hopeless lovers. | John Dryden | ||
| 9e931e0 | She feared no danger, for she knew no sin. | John Dryden | ||
| 83561bb | And doomed to death, though fated not to die. | John Dryden | ||
| c6f85b9 | For truth has such a face and such a mienAs to be loved needs only to be seen. | John Dryden | ||
| 0d22519 | Of all the tyrannies on human kindThe worst is that which persecutes the mind. | John Dryden | ||
| 25740ce | Reason to rule, mercy to forgive:The first is law, the last prerogative. | John Dryden | ||
| c60e5bd | And kind as kings upon their coronation day. | John Dryden | ||
| 2f5d50d | Than a successive title long and dark,Drawn from the mouldy rolls of Noah's ark. | John Dryden | ||
| 2472657 | Too black for heav'n, and yet too white for hell. | John Dryden |