Music, Music for a while Shall all your cares beguile. Alexander's Feast — John Dryden Copy Share Image
Old as I am, for ladies' love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet. — John Dryden Copy Share Image
And he, who servilely creeps after sense, Is safe, but ne'er will reach an excellence. — John Dryden Copy Share Image
But Shakespeare's magic could not copied be; Within that circle none durst walk but he. — John Dryden Copy Share Image
Farewell, too little, and too lately known, Whom I began to think and call my own. — John Dryden Copy Share Image
Fame then was cheap, and the first comer sped; And they have kept it since by being dead. — John Dryden Copy Share Image
Thoughts cannot form themselves in words so horrid As can express my guilt. — John Dryden Copy Share Image
And that the Scriptures, though not everywhere Free from corruption, or entire, or clear, Are uncorrupt, sufficient, clear, entire In all things… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
I am reading Jonson's verses to the memory of Shakespeare; an insolent, sparing, and invidious panegyric... — John Dryden Copy Share Image
Virgil, above all poets, had a stock which I may call almost inexhaustible, of figurative, elegant, and sounding words. — John Dryden Copy Share Image
Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today: Be fair or foul or rain or shine, The joys I have possessed… — 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
