Quote

I strongly wish for what I faintly hope like the daydreams of melancholy men, I think and think in things impossible, yet love to wander in that golden maze.

John Dryden

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

John Dryden
Age: 68 †
Born: 1631
Born: August 7
Died: 1700
Died: May 12
Hymnwriter
Literary Critic
Playwright
Poet
Translator
Aldwincle
Northamptonshire
Hope
Maze
Wish
Mazes
Things
Daydreaming
Men
Melancholy
Love
Strongly
Think
Wander
Thinking
Golden
Daydreams
Like
Impossible
Faintly

More quotes by John Dryden

Image
Much malice mingled with a little wit Perhaps may censure this mysterious writ.
John Dryden
Image
The perverseness of my fate is such that he's not mine because he's mine too much.
John Dryden
Image
The trumpet's loud clangor Excites us to arms.
John Dryden
Image
Sweet is pleasure after pain.
John Dryden
Image
My right eye itches, some good luck is near.
John Dryden
Image
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.
John Dryden
Image
By viewing nature, nature's handmaid art, Makes mighty things from small beginnings grow: Thus fishes first to shipping did impart, Their tail the rudder, and their head the prow.
John Dryden
Image
Among our crimes oblivion may be set.
John Dryden
Image
Here lies my wife: here let her lie! Now she's at rest, and so am I.
John Dryden
Image
He who trusts a secret to his servant makes his own man his master.
John Dryden
Image
For truth has such a face and such a mien, as to be loved needs only to be seen.
John Dryden
Image
Secret guilt is by silence revealed.
John Dryden
Image
Shame on the body for breaking down while the spirit perseveres.
John Dryden
Image
Youth, beauty, graceful action seldom fail: But common interest always will prevail And pity never ceases to be shown To him who makes the people's wrongs his own.
John Dryden
Image
For granting we have sinned, and that the offence Of man is made against Omnipotence, Some price that bears proportion must be paid, And infinite with infinite be weighed.
John Dryden
Image
So poetry, which is in Oxford made An art, in London only is a trade.
John Dryden
Image
Love taught him shame, and shame with love at strife Soon taught the sweet civilities of life.
John Dryden
Image
Time glides with undiscover'd haste The future but a length behind the past.
John Dryden
Image
For thee, sweet month the groves green liveries wear. If not the first, the fairest of the year For thee the Graces lead the dancing hours, And Nature's ready pencil paints the flowers. When thy short reign is past, the feverish sun The sultry tropic fears, and moves more slowly on.
John Dryden
Image
The secret pleasure of a generous act Is the great mind's great bribe.
John Dryden