How happy the lover, How easy his chain, How pleasing his pain, How sweet to discover He sighs not in vain. — John Dryden Copy Share Image
These are the effects of doting age,--vain doubts and idle cares and over caution. — John Dryden Copy Share Image
Who thinks all Science, as all Virtue, vain; Who counts Geometry and numbers Toys... — John Dryden Copy Share Image
What, start at this! when sixty years have spread. Their grey experience o'er thy hoary head? Is this the all observing age… — 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
