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John Dryden Quotes - Page 13

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But how can finite grasp Infinity?

But how can finite grasp Infinity?

Infinity, Finite

John Dryden (1811). “The Poetical Works of John Dryden: Containing Original Poems, Tales, and Translations”, p.20

Him of the western dome, whose weighty sense Flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence.

Flow, Domes, Fit

John Dryden, Paul Hammond, David Hopkins (2007). “Dryden: Selected Poems”, p.219, Pearson Education

But far more numerous was the herd of such, Who think too little, and who talk too much.

Leadership, Thinking, Literature

'Absalom and Achitophel' (1681) pt. 1, l. 533

Lucky men are favorites of Heaven.

Men, Heaven, Lucky

John Dryden (1993). “The Works of John Dryden, Volume XIV: Plays; The Kind Keeper, The Spanish Fryar, The Duke of Guise, and The Vindication”, p.116, Univ of California Press

They that possess the prince possess the laws.

Law, Political, Politics

John Dryden, “Absalom And Achitophel”

None are so busy as the fool and the knave.

Knaves, Fool, Busy

John Dryden, “The Medal”

Fame then was cheap, and the first comer sped; And they have kept it since by being dead.

Firsts, Fame, Sped

John Dryden (1800). “The Critical and Miscellaneous Prose Works ; Now First Collected, with Notes and Illustrations”, p.226

The winds are out of breath.

Wind, Breaths

Satire among the Romans, but not among the Greeks, was a bitter invective poem.

Greek, Bitter, Satire

Virtue is her own reward.

Rewards, Virtue

"Tyrannick Love, or The Royal Martyr". Tragedy by John Dryden (Act III, Scene 1), 1670.

Sculptors are obliged to follow the manners of the painters, and to make many ample folds, which are unsufferable hardness, and more like a rock than a natural garment.

Rocks, Sculpture, Natural

Hushed as midnight silence.

Silence, Midnight

John Dryden, Sir Walter Scott (1808). “The works of John Dryden,: now first collected in eighteen volumes”, p.42

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.

Thinking, People, Understanding

'An Essay of Dramatic Poesy' (1668)

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.

Revenge, Night, Mind

An horrible stillness first invades our ear, And in that silence we the tempest fear.

Fear, Silence, Ears

All heiresses are beautiful.

Beauty, Beautiful, Cynical

John Dryden (1717). “The Dramatick Works of John Dryden, Esq: Don Sebastian, king of Portugal. Amphitryon: or, The two Sosia's. Cleomenes, the Spartan heroe. King Arthur. Love triumphant”

Content with poverty, my soul I arm; And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.

Soul, Rags, Arms

John Dryden, John Mitford (1847). “The Works of John Dryden in Verse and Prose”, p.189

Of no distemper, of no blast he died, But fell like autumn fruit that mellow'd long: Even wonder'd at, because he dropp'd no sooner. Fate seem'd to wind him up for fourscore years; Yet freshly ran he on ten winters more; Till like a clock worn out with eating time, The wheels of weary life at last stood still.

Life, Fate, Autumn

"Oedipus: A Tragedy".

All things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.

Death, Fate, Decay

'MacFlecknoe' (1682) l. 1

The bravest men are subject most to chance.

Men, Bravery, Chance

John Dryden, Sir Walter Scott (1808). “The works of John Dryden,: now first collected in eighteen volumes”, p.42

Men's virtues I have commended as freely as I have taxed their crimes.

Men, Virtue, Crime

John Dryden (1861). “Poetical Works”, p.231

Fattened in vice, so callous and so gross, he sins and sees not, senseless of his loss.

Loss, Vices, Sin

John Dryden, Paul Hammond, David Hopkins (1995). “The Poems of John Dryden: 1693-1696”, p.163, Pearson Education

So the false spider, when her nets are spread, deep ambushed in her silent den does lie.

Lying, Doe, Spiders

John Dryden, Paul Hammond, David Hopkins (2007). “Dryden: Selected Poems”, p.96, Pearson Education

He is a perpetual fountain of good sense.

Fountain, Good Sense, Perpetual

1700 Of Chaucer. Fables Ancient and Modern, preface.

Satire is a kind of poetry in which human vices are reprehended.

Vices, Kind, Satire

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