John Dryden Quotes - Page 18
Chaucer followed Nature everywhere, but was never so bold to go beyond her.
Happy the man, and happy he alone, he, who can call today his own.
From Harmony, from heav'nly Harmony. This universal Frame began.
Even kings but play; and when their part is done, some other, worse or better, mounts the throne.
My whole life Has been a golden dream of love and friendship.
Bets at first were fool-traps, where the wise like spiders lay in ambush for the flies.
Love is a child that talks in broken language, yet then he speaks most plain.
A lively faith will bear aloft the mind, and leave the luggage of good works behind.
For mysterious things of faith, rely on the proponent, Heaven's authority.
The soft complaining flute, In dying notes, discovers The woes of hopeless lovers.