Quotes
Quotes - Dryden
Errors, like straws, upon the surface flow;
He who would search for pearls must dive below.
Men are but children of a larger growth.
Your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to me.
Burn daylight.
I am resolved to grow fat, and look young till forty.
But Shakespeare's magic could not copied be;
Within that circle none durst walk but he.
I am as free as Nature first made man,
Ere the base laws of servitude began,
When wild in woods the noble savage ran.
Forgiveness to the injured does belong;
But they ne'er pardon who have done the wrong.
What precious drops are those
Which silently each other's track pursue,
Bright as young diamonds in their infant dew?
Fame then was cheap, and the first comer sped;
And they have kept it since by being dead.
Death in itself is nothing; but we fear
To be we know not what, we know not where.
When I consider life, 't is all a cheat.
Yet fool'd with hope, men favour the deceit;
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 some new joys, cuts off what we possest.
Strange cozenage! none would live past years again,
Yet all hope pleasure in what yet remain;
And from the dregs of life think to receive
What the first sprightly running could not give.
'T is not for nothing that we life pursue;
It pays our hopes with something still that's new.
All delays are dangerous in war.
Pains of love be sweeter far
Than all other pleasures are.
Whatever is, is in its causes just.
His hair just grizzled,
As in a green old age.
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 no sooner.
Fate seem'd to wind him up for fourscore years,
Yet freshly ran he on ten winters more;
Till like a clock worn out with eating time,
The wheels of weary life at last stood still.
She, though in full-blown flower of glorious beauty,
Grows cold even in the summer of her age.
There is a pleasure sure
In being mad which none but madmen know.
Lord of humankind.
Bless the hand that gave the blow.
Second thoughts, they say, are best.
He's a sure card.
As sure as a gun.
