With odorous oil thy head and hair are sleek; And then thou kemb'st the tuzzes on thy cheek: Of these, my barbers… — 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
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
How blessed is he, who leads a country life, Unvex'd with anxious cares, and void of strife! Who studying peace, and shunning… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
Calms appear, when Storms are past; Love will have his Hour at last: Nature is my kindly Care; Mars destroys, and I… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is with thoughts of what may be. — John Dryden Copy Share Image
Music, Music for a while Shall all your cares beguile. Alexander's Feast — John Dryden Copy Share Image
Our vows are heard betimes! and Heaven takes care To grant, before we can conclude the prayer: Preventing angels met it half… — 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 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 blest With… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
To take up half on trust, and half to try, Name it not faith but bungling bigotry. — John Dryden Copy Share Image
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 Image
A coward is the kindest animal; 'Tis the most forgiving creature in a fight. — John Dryden Copy Share Image
Reason to rule, mercy to forgive: The first is law, the last prerogative. Life is an adventure in forgiveness. — John Dryden Copy Share Image
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 Image
Men's virtues I have commended as freely as I have taxed their crimes. — John Dryden Copy Share Image
