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All things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.

None are so busy as the fool and knave.

For truth has such a face and such a mien, as to be loved needs only to be seen.

Let Fortune empty her whole quiver on me, I have a soul that, like an ample shield, Can take in all,...

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And plenty makes us poor.

Reason is a crutch for age, but youth is strong enough to walk alone.

When I consider life, it is all a cheat. Yet fooled with hope, people favor this deceit.

Chaucer I confess is a rough diamond and must be polished e'er he shines.

Tis Fate that flings the dice,And as she flingsOf kings makes peasants,And of peasants kings.

Fight on my merry men all I'm a little wounded but I am not slain I will lay me down for to blee...

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I'll habits gather by unseen degrees As brooks make rivers rivers run to seas.

Love is love's reward.

Beware the fury of a patient man.

Only man clogs his happiness with care destroying what is with thoughts of what may be.

We first make our habits, then our habits make us.

None but the brave deserve the fair.

Every inch that is not fool is rogue.

His tribe were God Almighty's gentlemen.

Forgiveness to the injured does belong but they ne'er pardon who have done wrong.

Stiff in opinion always in the wrong.

Boldness is a mask for fear, however great.

The intoxication of anger, like that of the grape, shows us to others, but hides us from ourselves.

For Art may err but Nature cannot miss.

They conquer who believe they can.

Whence but from heaven, could men unskilled in arts,In several ages born, in several parts,Weave suc...

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Repentance is but want of power to sin.

Dancing is the poetry of the foot.

Only man clogs his happiness with care destroying what is with thoughts of what may be.

None but the brave deserves the fair.

For truth has such a face and such a mien As to be lov'd needs only to be seen.

There is a pleasure sure In being mad which none but madmen know!

Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.

I am sore wounded but not slainI will lay me down and bleed a whileAnd then rise up to fight again

Happy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own; he who, secure within, can say, to...

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But far more numerous was the herd of stfch Who think too little and who talk too much.

When I consider life, 't is all a cheat.Yet fool'd with hope, men favour the deceit;Trust on, and th...

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Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray; Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery way: Pleased w...

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War he sung is toil and trouble Honour but an empty bubble.

Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.

Those who write ill, and they who ne'er durst write,Turn critics out of mere revenge and spite.

Damned Neuters in their Middle way of Steering Are neither Fish nor Flesh nor good Red Herring.

Fortune befriends the bold.

Happy the man and happy he alone He who can call today his own: He who secure within can say T...

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It is a madness to make fortune the mistress of events because in herself she is nothing but is ru...

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Anger will never disappear so long as thoughts of resentment are cherished in the mind. Anger will d...

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Friendship of itself a holy tie is made more sacred by adversity.

All human things are subject to decay And when fate summons monarchs must obey.

I'm a little wounded but I am not slain I will lay me down to bleed a while. Then I'll rise and fi...

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War is the trade of Kings.

Words are but pictures of our thoughts.

Better to hunt in fields, for health unbought,Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught.The wise, f...

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The critical and miscellaneous prose works of John Dryden

Farewell, ungrateful traitor, Farewell, my perjured swain;Let never injured creature Believe a man a...

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…So when the last and dreadful hourThis crumbling pageant shall devour,The trumpet shall be heard on...

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The Major Works

For you may palm upon us new for old:All, as they say, that glitters, is not gold.

The Hind and the Panther

If others in the same Glass better see 'Tis for Themselves they look, but not for me: For my Salvati...

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Oedipus: A Tragedy

Whatever is, is in its causes just;But purblind manSees but a part o' th' chain; the nearest link;Hi...

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Oedipus: A Tragedy

Thus like a Captive in an Isle confin'd,Man walks at large, a Pris'ner of the Mind

Four Plays by Dryden: The Conquest of Granada parts 1 and 2

When I consider Life, 'tis all a cheat;Yet, fooled with hope, men favour the deceit;Trust on, and th...

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Present joys are more to flesh and blood Than the dull prospect of a distant good.

Welcome, thou kind deceiver!Thou best of thieves: who, with an easy key,Dost open life, and, unperce...

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All for Love

Errors, like straws, upon the surface flow; He who would search for pearls, must dive below.

All for Love

Such subtle covenants shall be made, Till peace itself is war in masquerade.

Absalom and Achitophel

Great wits are to madness near alliedAnd thin partitions do their bounds divide.

Must I at length the Sword of Justice draw?Oh curst Effects of necessary Law!How ill my Fear they by...

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Absalom and Achitophel

But far more numerous was the herd of such,Who think too little, and who talk too much.

Absalom and Achitophel

War is the trade of kings.

Ill habits gather unseen degrees, as brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.

Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is with thoughts of what may be.

But love's a malady without a cure.

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John Dryden

Poet

Born: 1631-08-09

Died: 1700-05-12

John Dryden (19 August 1631 {9 August O.S.} – 12 May 1700 {1 May O.S.}) was an influential English poet, literary critic, translator, and playwright. He was Poet Laureate, 1668–1689.More