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
Virgil is so exact in every word, that none can be changed but for a worse; nor any one removed from its… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
At home the hateful names of parties cease, And factious souls are wearied into peace. — 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
Beauty is nothing else but a just accord and mutual harmony of the members, animated by a healthful constitution. — John Dryden Copy Share Image
From harmony, from heavenly harmony, This universal frame began: When nature underneath a heap Of jarring atoms lay, And could not heave… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
Such subtle Covenants shall be made,Till Peace it self is War in Masquerade. — John Dryden Copy Share Image
Raw in the fields the rude militia swarms, Mouth without hands; maintained at vast expense, In peace a charge, in war a… — 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
