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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 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 | ||
| 944398e | Not only hating David, but the king. | John Dryden | ||
| bc26b56 | So over violent, or over civil,That every man with him was God or Devil. | John Dryden | ||
| 108c4d5 | His tribe were God Almighty's gentlemen. | John Dryden | ||
| ef38877 | Him of the western dome, whose weighty senseFlows in fit words and heavenly eloquence. | John Dryden | ||
| b92c53b | All have not the gift of martyrdom. | John Dryden | ||
| cc0ed0e | War seldom enters but where wealth allures. | John Dryden | ||
| 83b686e | Jealousy, the jaundice of the soul. | John Dryden | ||
| a343e7d | For present joys are more to flesh and bloodThan a dull prospect of a distant good. | John Dryden | ||
| b9384a3 | T' abhor the makers, and their laws approve,Is to hate traitors and the treason love. | John Dryden | ||
| 8344cd1 | Secret guilt by silence is betrayed. | John Dryden | ||
| 463a237 | Possess your soul with patience. | John Dryden | ||
| 7e9fb37 | For those whom God to ruin has design'd,He fits for fate, and first destroys their mind. | John Dryden | ||
| 521a6e3 | Sound the trumpets; beat the drums...Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes. | John Dryden | ||
| 7a74aa1 | Bacchus, ever fair and ever young. | John Dryden | ||
| d824475 | For pity melts the mind to love. | John Dryden | ||
| 6c765f1 | Sigh'd and look'd, and sigh'd again. | John Dryden | ||
| 3e6e905 | And, like another Helen, fir'd another Troy. | John Dryden | ||
| 9d412d2 | Love conquers all, and we must yield to Love. | John Dryden | ||
| 1e85905 | Love is lord of all, and is in all the same. | John Dryden | ||
| 5f8ffc2 | Can heav'nly minds such high resentment show,Or exercise their spite in human woe? | John Dryden | ||
| 77d96e6 | Endure the hardships of your present state,Live, and reserve yourselves for better fate. | John Dryden | ||
| 156e994 | Like you, an alien in a land unknown,I learn to pity woes so like my own. | John Dryden | ||
| 81dfa59 | Fate, and the dooming gods, are deaf to tears. | John Dryden | ||
| d8d4d2e | Chaucer followed Nature everywhere, but was never so bold to go beyond her. | John Dryden | ||
| 865d84d | A satirical poet is the check of the laymen on bad priests. | John Dryden | ||
| 981c715 | A very merry, dancing, drinking,Laughing, quaffing, and unthinkable time. | John Dryden | ||
| 6db2312 | The sword within the scabbard keep,And let mankind agree. | John Dryden | ||
| 0899f43 | Calms appear, when storms are past,Love will have its hour at last. | John Dryden | ||
| b9da820 | Joy rul'd the day, and Love the night. | John Dryden | ||
| a5588cb | Old as I am, for ladies' love unfit,The power of beauty I remember yet. | John Dryden | ||
| 75baeb5 | When beauty fires the blood, how love exalts the mind! | John Dryden | ||
| 7d5d0bf | He trudged along unknowing what he sought,And whistled as he went, for want of thought. | John Dryden | ||
| d2bddb2 | The fool of nature stood with stupid eyesAnd gaping mouth, that testified surprise. | John Dryden | ||
| 671d8d4 | She hugged the offender, and forgave the offense:Sex to the last. | John Dryden | ||
| 31f7149 | Of seeming arms to make a short essay,Then hasten to be drunk -- the business of the day. | John Dryden | ||
| 67ca3e0 | Above any Greek or Roman name. | John Dryden | ||
| 89b7734 | Wit will shineThrough the harsh cadence of a rugged line. | John Dryden | ||
| f8769c6 | So softly death succeeded life in her,She did but dream of heaven, and she was there. | John Dryden |