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John Dryden Quotes - Page 9

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For your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to me.

For your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to me.

Mother, Ignorance, Devotion

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.128, Univ of California Press

Honor is but an empty bubble.

Honor, Empty, Bubbles

John Dryden (2013). “Selected Poems”, p.89, Courier Corporation

If all the world be worth thy winning. / Think, oh think it worth enjoying: / Lovely Thaïs sits beside thee, / Take the good the gods provide thee.

Winning, Thinking, Lovely

John Dryden (1767). “The Miscellaneous Works of John Dryden, Esq: Containing All His Original Poems, Tales, and Translations ...”, p.219

All objects lose by too familiar a view.

Views, Literature, Familiar

John Dryden (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of John Dryden (Illustrated)”, p.2336, Delphi Classics

Anger will never disappear so long as thoughts of resentment are cherished in the mind. Anger will disappear just as soon as thoughts of resentment are forgotten.

Buddhist, Anger, Long

And plenty makes us poor.

Poverty, Poor, Plenty

John Dryden (1972). “The Works of John Dryden, Volume II: Poems, 1681-1684”, p.47, Univ of California Press

At home the hateful names of parties cease, And factious souls are wearied into peace.

Peace, Party, Home

John Dryden, Paul Hammond, David Hopkins (2007). “Dryden: Selected Poems”, p.31, Pearson Education

Fowls, by winter forced, forsake the floods, and wing their hasty flight to happier lands.

Winter, Land, Wings

John Dryden, Sir Walter Scott (1808). “The Works of John Dryden: Now First Collected ...”, p.400

We find few historians who have been diligent enough in their search for truth; it is their common method to take on trust what they help distribute to the public; by which means a falsehood once received from a famed writer becomes traditional to posterity.

Truth, Mean, Helping

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.37

He was exhaled; his great Creator drew His spirit, as the sun the morning dew.

Death, Morning, Dying

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

The trumpet's loud clangor Excites us to arms.

Arms, Trumpets, Loud

John Dryden (1859). “The poetical works of John Dryden”, p.4

Imagination in a poet is a faculty so wild and lawless that, like a high ranging spaniel, it must have clogs tied to it, lest it outrun the judgment. The great easiness of blank verse renders the poet too luxuriant. He is tempted to say many things which might better be omitted, or, at least shut up in fewer words.

Imagination, Might, Shut Up

John Dryden (1808). “The works of John Dryden now first collected ...”, p.121

Deathless laurel is the victor's due.

Fame, Laurels, Victor's

John Dryden (1854). “The Poetical Works of John Dryden”, p.78

Three poets, in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn. The first in loftiness of thought surpass'd; The next, in majesty; in both the last. The force of Nature could no further go; To make a third, she join'd the former two.

Nature, Two, Age

John Dryden, John Mitford (1847). “The Works of John Dryden in Verse and Prose”, p.139

Keen appetite And quick digestion wait on you and yours.

Food, Waiting, Cooking

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”

They first condemn that first advised the ill.

Advice, Firsts, Ill

John Dryden (1868). “The Poetical Works of John Dryden”, p.98

A farce is that in poetry which grotesque (caricature) is in painting. The persons and actions of a farce are all unnatural, and the manners false, that is, inconsistent with the characters of mankind; and grotesque painting is the just resemblance of this.

Character, Farce, Action

What, start at this! when sixty years have spread. Their grey experience o'er thy hoary head? Is this the all observing age could gain? Or hast thou known the world so long in vain?

Birthday, Years, Long

The longest tyranny that ever sway'd Was that wherein our ancestors betray'd Their free-born reason to the Stagirite [Aristotle], And made his torch their universal light. So truth, while only one suppli'd the state, Grew scarce, and dear, and yet sophisticate.

Truth, Light, Torches

John Dryden, John Sargeaunt (1929). “The Poems of John Dryden, Ed., with an Introduction and Textual Notes”

Blown roses hold their sweetness to the last.

Rose, Lasts, Sweetness

John Dryden (1866). “Poetical Works: With a Memoir”, p.308

God never made his work for man to mend.

Fitness, Work, Exercise

Epistle 'To my honoured kinsman John Driden' l. 92

As one that neither seeks, nor shuns his foe.

Foe

John Dryden, Paul Hammond, David Hopkins (2007). “Dryden: Selected Poems”, p.65, Pearson Education

Pity melts the mind to love.

Life, Love Life, Mind

John Dryden, Paul Hammond, David Hopkins (2007). “Dryden: Selected Poems”, p.593, Pearson Education

They live too long who happiness outlive.

Happiness, Long

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.84, Univ of California Press

Parting is worse than death; it is death of love!

Parting

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