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John Dryden
Age: 68 †
Born: 1631
Born: August 7
Died: 1700
Died: May 12
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Northamptonshire
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They think too little who talk too much.
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Fowls, by winter forced, forsake the floods, and wing their hasty flight to happier lands.
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Lucky men are favorites of Heaven.
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Blown roses hold their sweetness to the last.
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All habits gather by unseen degrees.
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Zeal, the blind conductor of the will.
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I trade both with the living and the dead, for the enrichment of our native language.
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A woman's counsel brought us first to woe, And made her man his paradise forego, Where at heart's ease he liv'd and might have been As free from sorrow as he was from sin.
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Jealousy's a proof of love, But 'tis a weak and unavailing medicine It puts out the disease and makes it show, But has no power to cure.
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If you are for a merry jaunt, I will try, for once, who can foot it farthest.
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Let Fortune empty her whole quiver on me, I have a soul that, like an ample shield, Can take in all, and verge enough for more Fate was not mine, nor am I Fate's: Souls know no conquerors.
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What I have left is from my native spring I've still a heart that swells, in scorn of fate, And lifts me to my banks.
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Youth should watch joys and shoot them as they fly.
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They live too long who happiness outlive.
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Mere poets are sottish as mere drunkards are, who live in a continual mist, without seeing or judging anything clearly. A man should be learned in several sciences, and should have a reasonable, philosophical and in some measure a mathematical head, to be a complete and excellent poet.
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Fool that I was, upon my eagle's wings I bore this wren, till I was tired with soaring, and now he mounts above me.
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My right eye itches, some good luck is near.
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The fool of nature stood with stupid eyes And gaping mouth, that testified surprise.
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Restless at home, and ever prone to range.
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Love is love's reward.
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