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John Dryden Quotes - Page 5

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Every language is so full of its own proprieties that what is beautiful in one is often barbarous, nay, sometimes nonsense, in another.

Every language is so full of its own proprieties that what is beautiful in one is often barbarous, nay, sometimes nonsense, in another.

Beautiful, Language, Sometimes

John Dryden, Keith Walker (2003). “The Major Works”, p.163, Oxford University Press, USA

If the faults of men in orders are only to be judged among themselves, they are all in some sort parties; for, since they say the honour of their order is concerned in every member of it, how can we be sure that they will be impartial judges?

Party, Men, Order

John Dryden (1797). “The fables, ornamented with engravings, (by) Lady Diana Beauclerc”, p.10

Let Fortune empty her whole quiver on me, I have a soul that, like an ample shield, Can take in all, and verge enough for more; Fate was not mine, nor am I Fate's: Souls know no conquerors.

Fate, Soul, Shields

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”, p.37

He look'd in years, yet in his years were seen A youthful vigor, and autumnal green.

Years, Looks, Vigor

John Dryden (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of John Dryden (Illustrated)”, p.850, Delphi Classics

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.

Running, Past, Thinking

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

They say everything in the world is good for something.

World

Mr. John Dryden, Mr. Nathaniel Lee (1720). “A Collection of the Best English Plays, Chosen Out of All the Best Authors..: Vol. III.”, p.54

Pity only on fresh objects stays, but with the tedious sight of woes decays.

Sight, Decay, Woe

John Dryden (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of John Dryden (Illustrated)”, p.1745, Delphi Classics

Old as I am, for ladies' love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet.

Love, Power, Remember

John Dryden (1854). “Poetical Works”, p.132

Faith is to believe what you do not yet see: the reward for this faith is to see what you believe. Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace.

Believe, Grace, Rewards

Since every man who lives is born to die, And none can boast sincere felicity, With equal mind, what happens, let us bear, Nor joy nor grieve too much for things beyond our care. Like pilgrims to the' appointed place we tend; The world's an inn, and death the journey's end.

Life, Death, Journey

'Palamon and Arcite' (1700) bk. 3, l. 883

Trust reposed in noble natures obliges them the more.

Noble, Fidelity

John Dryden, Sir Walter Scott (1808). “The works of John Dryden,: now first collected in eighteen volumes”, p.437

Bold knaves thrive without one grain of sense, But good men starve for want of impudence.

Men, Good Man, Want

'Constantine the Great' (1684) epilogue

Desire of power, on earth a vicious weed, Yet, sprung from high, is of celestial seed: In God 'tisglory; and when men aspire, 'Tis but a spark too much of heavenly fire.

Weed, Men, Fire

1681 Absalom and Achitophel, pt.1, l.305-9.

An hour will come, with pleasure to relate Your sorrows past, as benefits of Fate.

Fate, Past, Sorrow

John Dryden (1830). “Virgil: the Eclogues”, p.248

Dreams are but interludes that fancy makes... Sometimes forgotten things, long cast behind Rush forward in the brain, and come to mind.

Dream, Forgotten Things, Long

How blessed is he, who leads a country life, Unvex'd with anxious cares, and void of strife! Who studying peace, and shunning civil rage, Enjoy'd his youth, and now enjoys his age: All who deserve his love, he makes his own; And, to be lov'd himself, needs only to be known.

Life, Country, Peace

John Dryden (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of John Dryden (Illustrated)”, p.312, Delphi Classics

Love and Time with reverence use, Treat them like a parting friend: Nor the golden gifts refuse Which in youth sincere they send: For each year their price is more, And they less simple than before.

Time, Simple, Years

John Dryden (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of John Dryden (Illustrated)”, p.2065, Delphi Classics

No king nor nation one moment can retard the appointed hour.

Death, Kings, Moments

John Dryden, “Palamon And Arcite; Or The Knight's Tale. From Chaucer. In Three Books. Book Ii.”

The love of liberty with life is given, And life itself the inferior gift of Heaven.

Heaven, Liberty, Life Is

John Dryden, George Gilfillan (1857). “Poetical Works: With Life, Critical Dissertation and Explanatory Notes”

And love's the noblest frailty of the mind.

Mind, And Love, Frailty

'The Indian Emperor' (1665) act 2, sc. 2.

Seas are the fields of combat for the winds; but when they sweep along some flowery coast, their wings move mildly, and their rage is lost.

Moving, Sea, Wings

John Dryden (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of John Dryden (Illustrated)”, p.1561, Delphi Classics

Here lies my wife: here let her lie! Now she's at rest, and so am I.

Sex, Lying, Wife

John Dryden, Samuel Johnson (1822). “The Poems of John Dryden”

Riches cannot rescue from the grave, which claims alike the monarch and the slave.

Riches, Slave, Claims

Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections.

Grace, Affection, Goodness

For truth has such a face and such a mien, as to be loved needs only to be seen.

Truth, Needs, Literature

'The Hind and the Panther' (1687) pt. 1, l. 33

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