John Dryden Quotes - Page 10
I saw myself the lambent easy light Gild the brown horror, and dispel the night.
Much malice mingled with a little wit Perhaps may censure this mysterious writ.
Murder may pass unpunishd for a time, But tardy justice will oertake the crime.
These are the effects of doting age,--vain doubts and idle cares and over caution.
One cannot say he wanted wit, but rather that he was frugal of it.
But 'tis the talent of our English nation, Still to be plotting some new reformation.
Fool, not to know that love endures no tie, And Jove but laughs at lovers' perjury.
Like pilgrims to th' appointed place we tend; The World's an Inn, and Death the journey's end.
And that one hunting, which the Devil design'd For one fair female, lost him half the kind.
She, though in full-blown flower of glorious beauty, Grows cold even in the summer of her age.
Not Heav'n itself upon the past has pow'r; But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.