Thoughts cannot form themselves in words so horrid As can express my guilt. — John Dryden Copy Share Image
He trudged along unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went, for want of thought. — John Dryden Copy Share Image
My heart's so full of joy, That I shall do some wild extravagance Of love in public; and the foolish world, Which… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
And nobler is a limited command, Given by the love of all your native land, Than a successive title, long and dark,… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
Virgil, above all poets, had a stock which I may call almost inexhaustible, of figurative, elegant, and sounding words. — John Dryden Copy Share Image
You see through love, and that deludes your sight, As what is straight seems crooked through the water. — John Dryden Copy Share Image
Heaven be thanked, we live in such an age, When no man dies for love, but on the stage. — 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
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
