Share
×
Inspirational Quotes
Authors
Professions
Topics
Tags
Quote
How happy the lover, How easy his chain, How pleasing his pain, How sweet to discover He sighs not in vain.
John Dryden
Share
Change background
T
T
T
Change font
Original
TAGS & TOPICS
John Dryden
Age: 68 †
Born: 1631
Born: August 7
Died: 1700
Died: May 12
Hymnwriter
Literary Critic
Playwright
Poet
Translator
Aldwincle
Northamptonshire
Easy
Lover
Life
Chains
Vain
Discover
Lovers
Sighs
Sweet
Pleasing
Happy
Sigh
Pain
Chain
More quotes by John Dryden
I am as free as nature first made man, Ere the base laws of servitude began, When wild in woods the noble savage ran.
John Dryden
More liberty begets desire of more The hunger still increases with the store
John Dryden
I saw myself the lambent easy light Gild the brown horror, and dispel the night.
John Dryden
Griefs assured are felt before they come.
John Dryden
If we from wealth to poverty descend, Want gives to know the flatterer from the friend.
John Dryden
Old as I am, for ladies' love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet.
John Dryden
But love's a malady without a cure.
John Dryden
For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.
John Dryden
With odorous oil thy head and hair are sleek And then thou kemb'st the tuzzes on thy cheek: Of these, my barbers take a costly care.
John Dryden
The winds are out of breath.
John Dryden
If all the world be worth thy winning. / Think, oh think it worth enjoying: / Lovely Thaïs sits beside thee, / Take the good the gods provide thee.
John Dryden
Welcome, thou kind deceiver! Thou best of thieves who, with an easy key, Dost open life, and, unperceived by us, Even steal us from ourselves.
John Dryden
Boldness is a mask for fear, however great.
John Dryden
Since every man who lives is born to die, And none can boast sincere felicity, With equal mind, what happens, let us bear, Nor joy nor grieve too much for things beyond our care. Like pilgrims to the' appointed place we tend The world's an inn, and death the journey's end.
John Dryden
Lucky men are favorites of Heaven.
John Dryden
Here lies my wife: here let her lie! Now she's at rest, and so am I.
John Dryden
As one that neither seeks, nor shuns his foe.
John Dryden
None but the brave deserve the fair.
John Dryden
Trust reposed in noble natures obliges them the more.
John Dryden
A lazy frost, a numbness of the mind.
John Dryden
