“Of no distemper, of no blast he died, But fell like autumn fruit that mellowed long — Even wondered at, because he… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
Death in itself is nothing; but we fear to be we know not what, we know not where. — John Dryden Copy Share Image
So softly death succeeded life in her, She did but dream of heaven, and she was there. — 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
Like pilgrims to th' appointed place we tend; The World's an Inn, and Death the journey's end. — John Dryden Copy Share Image
The soft complaining flute, In dying notes, discovers The woes of hopeless lovers. — John Dryden Copy Share Image
Time and death shall depart and say in flying Love has found out a way to live, by dying. — John Dryden Copy Share Image
He was exhaled; his great Creator drew His spirit, as the sun the morning dew. — John Dryden Copy Share Image
Death only this mysterious truth unfolds, The mighty soul how small a body holds. — John Dryden Copy Share Image
“A sigh or tear perhaps she'll give, But love on pity cannot live: Tell her that hearts for hearts were made, And… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
The thought of being nothing after death is a burden insupportable to a virtuous man. — John Dryden Copy Share Image
When the Sun sets, shadows, that shew'd at Noon But small, appear most long and terrible; So, when we think Fate hovers… — 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
