If you have lived, take thankfully the past. Make, as you can, the sweet remembrance last. — John Dryden Copy Share Image
Bacchus ever fair and young, Drinking joys did first ordain. Bachus's blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure, Rich the… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
How happy the lover, How easy his chain, How pleasing his pain, How sweet to discover He sighs not in vain. — John Dryden Copy Share Image
For thee, sweet month; the groves green liveries wear. If not the first, the fairest of the year; For thee the Graces… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
Ah, how sweet it is to love! Ah, how gay is young Desire! And what pleasing pains we prove When we first… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
Love taught him shame, and shame with love at strife Soon taught the sweet civilities of life. — John Dryden Copy Share Image
All flowers will droop in the absence of the sun that waked their sweets. — 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
