Death only this mysterious truth unfolds, The mighty soul how small a body holds. — John Dryden Copy Share Image
I have a soul that like an ample shield Can take in all, and verge enough for more. — John Dryden Copy Share Image
At home the hateful names of parties cease, And factious souls are wearied into peace. — John Dryden Copy Share Image
That gloomy outside, like a rusty chest, contains the shoring treasure of a soul resolved and brave. — John Dryden Copy Share Image
Content with poverty, my soul I arm; And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm. — John Dryden Copy Share Image
While I am compassed round With mirth, my soul lies hid in shades of grief, Whence, like the bird of night, with… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
Some of our philosophizing divines have too much exalted the faculties of our souls, when they have maintained that by their force… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
Our souls sit close and silently within, And their own web from their own entrails spin; And when eyes meet far off,… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
Great souls forgive not injuries till time has put their enemies within their power, that they may show forgiveness is their own. — John Dryden Copy Share Image
A fiery soul, which working out its way, Fretted the pygmy-body to decay: And o'er-informed the tenement of clay. A daring pilot… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
Imagining is in itself the very height and life of poetry, which, by a kind of enthusiasm or extraordinary emotion of the… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
Go miser go, for money sell your soul. Trade wares for wares and trudge from pole to pole, So others may say… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
A fiery soul, which, working out its way, Fretted the pygmy-body to decay, And o'er-inform'd the tenement of clay. A daring pilot… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
Softly sweet, in Lydian measures, Soon he sooth'd his soul to pleasures. War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honour but an… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
He was the man who of all modern, and perhaps ancient poets, had the largest and most comprehensive soul. . . .… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
Want is a bitter and a hateful good, Because its virtues are not understood; Yet many things, impossible to thought, Have been… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
The province of the soul is large enough to fill up every cranny of your time, and leave you much to answer… — 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
