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
He with a graceful pride, While his rider every hand survey'd, Sprung loose, and flew into an escapade; Not moving forward, yet… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
The poorest of the sex have still an itch To know their fortunes, equal to the rich. The dairy-maid inquires, if she… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
For lawful power is still superior found, When long driven back, at length it stands the ground. — John Dryden Copy Share Image
Not sharp revenge, nor hell itself can find, A fiercer torment than a guilty mind, Which day and night doth dreadfully accuse,… — 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
Doeg, though without knowing how or why, Made still a blundering kind of melody; Spurr'd boldly on, and dash'd through thick and… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
Of no distemper, of no blast he died, But fell like autumn fruit that mellow'd long,- Even wonder'd at, because he dropp'd… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
If thou dost still retain the same ill habits, the same follies, too, still thou art bound to vice, and still a… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
More liberty begets desire of more; The hunger still increases with the store — John Dryden Copy Share Image
But when to sin our biased nature leans, The careful Devil is still at hand with means; And providently pimps for ill… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
What I have left is from my native spring; I've still a heart that swells, in scorn of fate, And lifts me… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
Softly sweet, in Lydian measures, Soon he sooth'd his soul to pleasures. War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honour but an… — 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
