Love and Time with reverence use, Treat them like a parting friend: Nor the golden gifts refuse Which in youth sincere they… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
But wild Ambition loves to slide, not stand, And Fortune's ice prefers to Virtue's land. — John Dryden Copy Share Image
Sometimes we see things not as they are but as we are: Love brings understanding — John Dryden Copy Share Image
He loved me well: so well he could but die - To show he loved me better than his life; he lost… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
Mankind is ever the same, and nothing lost out of nature, though everything is altered. — John Dryden Copy Share Image
“Where'e're I go, my Soul shall stay with thee: 'Tis but my Shadow I take away...” — John Dryden Copy Share Image
The love of liberty with life is given, And life itself the inferior gift of Heaven. — John Dryden Copy Share Image
It is sufficient to say, according to the proverb, that here is God's plenty. — John Dryden Copy Share Image
But 'tis the talent of our English nation, Still to be plotting some new reformation. — 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
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
