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John Dryden Quotes about Soul

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Possess your soul with patience.

Possess your soul with patience.

Patience, Soul, Your Soul

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

Imagining is in itself the very height and life of poetry, which, by a kind of enthusiasm or extraordinary emotion of the soul, makes it seem to us that we behold those things which the poet paints.

Imagination, Soul, Enthusiasm

John Dryden (1968). “Saggi critici”

Our souls sit close and silently within, And their own web from their own entrails spin; And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such, That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch.

Eye, Soul, Spiders

John Dryden (2014). “Marriage A-La-Mode”, p.47, A&C Black

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

Go miser go, for money sell your soul. Trade wares for wares and trudge from pole to pole, So others may say when you are dead and gone. See what a vast estate he left his son.

War, Son, Soul

Repartee is the soul of conversation.

Soul, Conversation, Repartee

Great souls forgive not injuries till time has put their enemies within their power, that they may show forgiveness is their own.

Forgiveness, Soul, Forgiving

John Dryden (1882). “Dramatic works”

Some of our philosophizing divines have too much exalted the faculties of our souls, when they have maintained that by their force mankind has been able to find out God.

Soul, Able, Too Much

John Dryden, Paul Hammond, David Hopkins (2007). “Dryden: Selected Poems”, p.261, Pearson Education

Death only this mysterious truth unfolds, The mighty soul how small a body holds.

Death, Soul, Body

John Dryden, Keith Walker (2003). “The Major Works”, p.366, Oxford University Press, USA

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

Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.

Jealousy, Soul, Jaundice

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

The province of the soul is large enough to fill up every cranny of your time, and leave you much to answer for if one wretch be damned by your neglect.

Soul, Answers, Enough

John Dryden (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of John Dryden (Illustrated)”, p.3608, Delphi Classics

That gloomy outside, like a rusty chest, contains the shoring treasure of a soul resolved and brave.

Brave, Soul, Treasure

I have a soul that like an ample shield Can take in all, and verge enough for more.

Soul, Shields, Enough

John Dryden (1759). “Don Sebastian, King of Portugal, etc”, p.14

Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire.

Soul, Desire, Rage

John Dryden, C. B., Esquire Charles BATHURST (1852). “Selections from the poetry of Dryden, including his plays and translations. [The editor's preface signed: C. B., i.e. Charles Bathurst.]”, p.212

He was the man who of all modern, and perhaps ancient poets, had the largest and most comprehensive soul. . . . He was naturally learn'd; he needed not the spectacles of books to read Nature; he looked inwards, and found her there. . . . He is many times flat, insipid; his comic wit degenerating in to clenches, his serious swelling into bombast. But he is always great, when some occasion is presented to him.

Book, Men, Soul

'An Essay of Dramatic Poesy' (1668) on Shakespeare

A fiery soul, which working out its way, Fretted the pygmy-body to decay: And o'er-informed the tenement of clay. A daring pilot in extremity; Pleased with the danger, when the waves went high He sought the storms...

Work Out, Soul, Storm

John Dryden, “Absalom And Achitophel”

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