Content with poverty, my soul I arm; And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm. — John Dryden Copy Share Image
Death only this mysterious truth unfolds, The mighty soul how small a body holds. — John Dryden Copy Share Image
I have a soul that like an ample shield Can take in all, and verge enough for more. — John Dryden Copy Share Image
The province of the soul is large enough to fill up every cranny of your time, and leave you much to answer… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
A fiery soul, which, working out its way, Fretted the pygmy-body to decay, And o'er-inform'd the tenement of clay. A daring pilot… — 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
While I am compassed round With mirth, my soul lies hid in shades of grief, Whence, like the bird of night, with… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
A fiery soul, which working out its way, Fretted the pygmy-body to decay: And o'er-informed the tenement of clay. A daring pilot… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
Our souls sit close and silently within, And their own web from their own entrails spin; And when eyes meet far off,… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
Want is a bitter and a hateful good, Because its virtues are not understood; Yet many things, impossible to thought, Have been… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
“Dim as the borrowed beams of moons and stars To lonely, weary, wandering travelers, Is Reason to the soul; and, as on… — 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
