When bounteous autumn rears her head, he joys to pull the ripened pear. — John Dryden Copy Share Image
Present joys are more to flesh and blood Than a dull prospect of a distant good. — John Dryden Copy Share Image
The winds that never moderation knew, Afraid to blow too much, too faintly blew; Or out of breath with joy, could not… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
My heart's so full of joy, That I shall do some wild extravagance Of love in public; and the foolish world, Which… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
Since every man who lives is born to die, And none can boast sincere felicity, With equal mind, what happens, let us… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
Be fair, or foul, or rain, or shine, The joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are mine. Not heaven itself… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
A just and lively image of human representing, its passions and humours and the changing of fortune to, which it is subject… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
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… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
Seek not to know what must not be reveal, for joy only flows where fate is most concealed. A busy person would… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
Bacchus ever fair and young, Drinking joys did first ordain. Bachus's blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure, Rich the… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
When I consider life, 't is all a cheat. Yet fool'd with hope, men favour the deceit; Trust on, and think to-morrow… — 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
