Fortune's unjust; she ruins oft the brave, and him who should be victor, makes the slave. — John Dryden Copy Share Image
It is madness to make fortune the mistress of events, because by herself she is nothing and is ruled by prudence. — John Dryden Copy Share Image
Fortune confounds the wise, And when they least expect it turns the dice. — John Dryden Copy Share Image
Fortune, that with malicious joyDoes man her slave oppress,Proud of her office to destroy,Is seldom pleasd to bless. — John Dryden Copy Share Image
But wild Ambition loves to slide, not stand, And Fortune's ice prefers to Virtue's land. — John Dryden Copy Share Image
The poorest of the sex have still an itch To know their fortunes, equal to the rich. The dairy-maid inquires, if she… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
It is a madness to make fortune the mistress of events, because in herself she is nothing, can rule nothing, but is… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
Virtue without success is a fair picture shown by an ill light; but lucky men are favorites of heaven; all own the… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
We find few historians who have been diligent enough in their search for truth; it is their common method to take on trust what… — John Dryden Copy Share
Trust on and think To-morrow will repay; To-morrow's falser than the former day; Lies worse; and while it says, we shall be blest With… — John Dryden Copy Share
To take up half on trust, and half to try, Name it not faith but bungling bigotry. — John Dryden Copy Share
And after hearing what our Church can say, If still our reason runs another way, That private reason 'tis more just to curb, Than… — John Dryden Copy Share
A coward is the kindest animal; 'Tis the most forgiving creature in a fight. — John Dryden Copy Share
Reason to rule, mercy to forgive: The first is law, the last prerogative. Life is an adventure in forgiveness. — John Dryden Copy Share
He with a graceful pride, While his rider every hand survey'd, Sprung loose, and flew into an escapade; Not moving forward, yet with every… — John Dryden Copy Share
Virtue without success is a fair picture shown by an ill light; but lucky men are favorites of heaven; all own the chief, when… — John Dryden Copy Share
“Night came, but unattended with repose. Alone she came, no sleep their eyes to close. Alone and black she came; no friendly stars arose.” — John Dryden Copy Share
