Quotes
Quotes - Dryden
Nor can his blessed soul look down from heaven,
Or break the eternal sabbath of his rest.
This is the porcelain clay of humankind.
I have a soul that like an ample shield
Can take in all, and verge enough for more.
A knock-down argument: 't is but a word and a blow.
Whistling to keep myself from being afraid.
The true Amphitryon.
The spectacles of books.
There is a pleasure sure, in being mad, which none but madmen know.
Beware the fury of the patient man.
Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire.
Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; every little absence is an age.
But wild Ambition loves to slide, not stand, And Fortune's ice prefers to Virtue's land.
Be nice to people on your way up because you might meet 'em on your way down.
Beware the fury of a patient man.
Anger dwells only in the bosom of fools.
Beware the fury of a patient man. -John Dryden.
Beware of the fury of the patient man. -John Dryden.
All, as they say, that glitters is not gold.
The habit does not make the monk. [Lat., Cucullus (or Cuculla) non facit monachum.]
Keen appetite And quick digestion wait on you and yours.
A knock-down argument; 'tis but a word and a blow.
Thespis, the first professor of our art, At country wakes snug ballads from a cart.
Old as I am, for ladies' love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet, Which once inflam'd my soul, and still inspires my wit.
When beauty fires the blood, how love exalts the mind!
Fortune befriends the bold.
