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John Dryden Quotes - Page 12

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New vows to plight, and plighted vows to break.

New vows to plight, and plighted vows to break.

Coquette, Plight, Vow

John Dryden (1866). “Poetical Works: With a Memoir”, p.28

Ah, how sweet it is to love! Ah, how gay is young Desire! And what pleasing pains we prove When we first approach Love's fire!

Love, Sweet, Pain

John Dryden (1808). “Sir Martin Mar-All. The tempest. An evening's love. Tyrannic love”, p.393

Joy rul'd the day, and Love the night.

Life, Night, Joy

John Dryden, John Mitford (1847). “The Works of John Dryden in Verse and Prose”, p.146

Farewell, too little, and too lately known, Whom I began to think and call my own.

Farewell, Thinking, Littles

1684 'To the Memory of Mr Oldham'. John Oldham was the author of Satires upon the Jesuits (1681).

If we from wealth to poverty descend, Want gives to know the flatterer from the friend.

Giving, Want, Poverty

John Dryden (1822). “Fables, from Boccaccio and Chaucer”, p.259

Fortune's unjust; she ruins oft the brave, and him who should be victor, makes the slave.

Brave, Unjust, Ruins

John Dryden (1808). “The works of John Dryden, with notes and a life of the author by sir W. Scott”, p.325

Death only this mysterious truth unfolds, The mighty soul how small a body holds.

Death, Soul, Body

John Dryden, Keith Walker (2003). “The Major Works”, p.366, Oxford University Press, USA

He made all countries where he came his own.

Country, Country Love, Made

John Dryden, Joseph Warton, John Warton (1811). “The Poetical Works of John Dryden: Containing Original Poems, Tales, and Translations”, p.30

How easy 'tis, when Destiny proves kind, With full-spread sails to run before the wind!

Running, Destiny, Wind

John Dryden (1870). “The Poetical Works of John Dryden”, p.17

An ugly woman in a rich habit set out with jewels nothing can become.

Jewels, Ugly, Rich

John Dryden (1800). “The Critical and Miscellaneous Prose Works of John Dryden: Now First Collected : with Notes and Illustrations”, p.341

Interest makes all seem reason that leads to it.

Reason, Interest, Seems

John Dryden (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of John Dryden (Illustrated)”, p.1807, Delphi Classics

Ever a glutton, at another's cost, But in whose kitchen dwells perpetual frost.

Kitchen, Frost, Cost

John Dryden, Joseph Warton, John Warton (1811). “The Poetical Works of John Dryden: Containing Original Poems, Tales and Translations”, p.455

Fortune confounds the wise, And when they least expect it turns the dice.

Wise, Dice, Fortune

John Dryden (1854). “The Poetical Works of John Dryden”, p.60

I learn to pity woes so like my own.

Woe, Pity, My Own

John Dryden, C. B., Esquire Charles BATHURST (1852). “Selections from the poetry of Dryden, including his plays and translations. [The editor's preface signed: C. B., i.e. Charles Bathurst.]”, p.298

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.

Sweet, Pain, Drinking

'Alexander's Feast' (1697) l. 57

The winds that never moderation knew, Afraid to blow too much, too faintly blew; Or out of breath with joy, could not enlarge Their straighten'd lungs or conscious of their charge.

Blow, Wind, Joy

John Dryden, John Mitford (1847). “The Works of John Dryden in Verse and Prose”, p.7

Revealed religion first informed thy sight, and reason saw not till faith sprung to light.

Light, Sight, Scripture

John Dryden, Paul Hammond, David Hopkins (2007). “Dryden: Selected Poems”, p.282, Pearson Education

We by art unteach what Nature taught.

Art, Nature, Taught

John Dryden, John Loftis, Vinton A. Dearing (1967). “The Works of John Dryden, Volume IX: Plays: The Indian Emperour, Secret Love, Sir Martin Mar-all”, p.30, Univ of California Press

All, as they say, that glitters is not gold.

Gold, Glitter, Appearance

John Dryden, Paul Hammond, David Hopkins (2007). “Dryden: Selected Poems”, p.438, Pearson Education

Fiction is of the essence of poetry as well as of painting; there is a resemblance in one of human bodies, things, and actions which are not real, and in the other of a true story by fiction.

Real, Essence, Fiction

John Dryden, John Mitford (1847). “The works of John Dryden in verse and prose”, p.329

Among our crimes oblivion may be set.

May, Oblivion, Crime

John Dryden (1870). “The Poetical Works of John Dryden”, p.26

If you have lived, take thankfully the past. Make, as you can, the sweet remembrance last.

Gratitude, Sweet, Past

John Dryden (1808). “The Works of John Dryden: Now First Collected in Eighteen Volumes. Illustrated with Notes, Historical, Critical, and Explanatory, and a Life of the Author”, p.251

Great wits are sure to madness near allied, and thin partitions do their bounds divide.

Literature, Madness, Wit

'Absalom and Achitophel' (1681) pt. 1, l. 150

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.

Life, Running, Lying

'Aureng-Zebe' (1675) act 4, sc. 1

He invades authors like a monarch; and what would be theft in other poets is only victory in him.

Victory, Would Be, Poet

'An Essay of Dramatic Poesy' (1668) on Ben Jonson

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