When I consider life, 'tis all a cheat; Yet, fooled with hope, men favour the deceit; Trust on, and think tomorrow will… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
The unhappy man, who once has trail'd a pen, Lives not to please himself, but other men; Is always drudging, wastes his… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
Railing in other men may be a crime, But ought to pass for mere instinct in him: Instinct he follows and no… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
Men met each other with erected look, The steps were higher that they took; Friends to congratulate their friends made haste, And… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
I strongly wish for what I faintly hope; like the daydreams of melancholy men, I think and think in things impossible, yet… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
If the faults of men in orders are only to be judged among themselves, they are all in some sort parties; for,… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
Moderate sorrow Fits vulgar love, and for a vulgar man: But I have lov'd with such transcendent passion, I soar'd, at first,… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
Better to hunt in fields, for health unbought, Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught, The wise, for cure, on exercise… — 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
