Love and Time with reverence use, Treat them like a parting friend: Nor the golden gifts refuse Which in youth sincere they… — 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
None would live past years again, Yet all hope pleasure in what yet remain; And, from the dregs of life, think to… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
Is it not evident, in these last hundred years (when the Study of Philosophy has been the business of all the Virtuosi… — 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
From plots and treasons Heaven preserve my years, But save me most from my petitioners. Unsatiate as the barren womb or grave;… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
He look'd in years, yet in his years were seen A youthful vigor, and autumnal green. — John Dryden Copy Share Image
What, start at this! when sixty years have spread. Their grey experience o'er thy hoary head? Is this the all observing age… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
When I consider life, 't is all a cheat. Yet fool'd with hope, men favour the deceit; Trust on, and think to-morrow… — 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
