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John Dryden Quotes - Page 8

Old age creeps on us ere we think it nigh.

Juvenal, John Dryden, Nahum Tate, Persius, Richard Duke (1713). “The Satires of Decimus Junius Juvenalis: and of Aulus Persius Flaccus”, p.150

Nothing to build, and all things to destroy.

John Dryden (1701). “Poems on Various Occasions: And Translations from Several Authors”, p.10

What passion cannot music raise and quell!

A Song for St. Cecilia's Day st. 2 (1687)

But Shakespeare's magic could not copied be; Within that circle none durst walk but he.

John Dryden (1870). “The Poetical Works of John Dryden”, p.400

The thought of being nothing after death is a burden insupportable to a virtuous man.

John Dryden (1859). “The poetical works of John Dryden”, p.132

For what can power give more than food and drink, To live at ease, and not be bound to think?

John Dryden (1870). “The Poetical Works of John Dryden”, p.133

Luxurious kings are to their people lost, They live like drones, upon the public cost.

John Dryden, Sir Walter Scott (1808). “The Works of John Dryden,: The life of John Dryden”, p.228

Death ends our woes, and the kind grave shuts up the mournful scene.

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.475

Ev'n wit's a burthen, when it talks too long.

John Dryden, Joseph Warton, John Warton (1811). “The Poetical Works of John Dryden: Containing Original Poems, Tales and Translations”, p.353

The wretched have no friends.

John Bell, Joseph Addison, Michael Arne, John Banks, John Brown (1792). “British Theatre: Isabella, or, The fatal marriage”

The poorest of the sex have still an itch To know their fortunes, equal to the rich. The dairy-maid inquires, if she shall take The trusty tailor, and the cook forsake.

John Dryden, Joseph Warton, John Warton (1856). “The Poetical Works of John Dryden, Containing the Original Poems, Tales, and Translations”, p.404

Wit will shine Through the harsh cadence of a rugged line.

"To the Memory of Mr. Oldham" l. 15 (1684)

To so perverse a sex all grace is vain.

Mr. Joseph Trapp, Mr. John Dryden, Edmund Smith, Mr. John Crown, Colley Cibber (1721). “A Select Collection of the Best Modern English Plays: Vol. III.”, p.29

The true Amphitryon is the Amphitryon where we dine.

"Amphitryon". Play by John Dryden, 1690.