And after hearing what our Church can say, If still our reason runs another way, That private reason 'tis more just to… — 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
As when the dove returning bore the mark Of earth restored to the long labouring ark; The relics of mankind, secure at… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
Affability, mildness, tenderness, and a word which I would fain bring back to its original signification of virtue,--I mean good-nature,--are of daily… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
Some of our philosophizing divines have too much exalted the faculties of our souls, when they have maintained that by their force… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
Good Heaven, whose darling attribute we find is boundless grace, and mercy to mankind, abhors the cruel. — John Dryden Copy Share Image
For all the happiness mankind can gain Is not in pleasure, but in rest from pain. — John Dryden Copy Share Image
A farce is that in poetry which grotesque (caricature) is in painting. The persons and actions of a farce are all unnatural,… — 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
