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
Damn'd neuters, in their middle way of steering, Are neither fish, nor flesh, nor good red herring. — John Dryden Copy Share Image
Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray; Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery way: Pleased with the surface, we glide… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
Time and death shall depart and say in flying Love has found out a way to live, by dying. — 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
Love works a different way in different minds, the fool it enlightens and the wise it blinds. — 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 vows are heard betimes! and Heaven takes care To grant, before we can conclude the prayer: Preventing angels met it half… — 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
