John Dryden Quotes about War

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War is the trade of kings.

John Dryden

Kings, War, President

'King Arthur' (1691) act 2, sc. 2

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.

John Dryden

War, Son, Soul

War seldom enters but where wealth allures.

John Dryden

War, Wealth, Allure

John Dryden (1870). “The Poetical Works of John Dryden”, p.253

All delays are dangerous in war.

John Dryden

War, Delay, Danger

'Tyrannic Love' (1669) act 1, sc. 1

Inspire the Vocal Brass, Inspire; The World is past its Infant Age: Arms and Honour, Arms and Honour, Set the Martial Mind on Fire, And kindle Manly Rage.

John Dryden

War, Past, Fire

John Dryden, John Mitford (1847). “The Works of John Dryden in Verse and Prose”, p.146

War is a trade of kings.

John Dryden

Kings, War, Trade

Such subtle Covenants shall be made,Till Peace it self is War in Masquerade.

John Dryden

Peace, War, Self

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

Softly sweet, in Lydian measures, Soon he sooth'd his soul to pleasures. War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honour but an empty bubble; Never ending, still beginning, Fighting still, and still destroying. If all the world be worth the winning, Think, oh think it worth enjoying: Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee.

John Dryden

Sweet, War, Fighting

John Dryden (1866). “Poetical Works: With a Memoir”, p.17