Quote

When Misfortune is asleep, let no one wake her.

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
Asleep
Misfortunes
Wake
Misfortune

More quotes by John Dryden

Image
Virtue in distress, and vice in triumph make atheists of mankind.
John Dryden
Image
Honor is but an empty bubble.
John Dryden
Image
Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery way: Pleased with the surface, we glide swiftly on, And see the dangers that we cannot shun.
John Dryden
Image
None, none descends into himself, to find The secret imperfections of his mind: But every one is eagle-ey'd to see Another's faults, and his deformity.
John Dryden
Image
Doeg, though without knowing how or why, Made still a blundering kind of melody Spurr'd boldly on, and dash'd through thick and thin, Through sense and nonsense, never out nor in Free from all meaning whether good or bad, And in one word, heroically mad.
John Dryden
Image
They that possess the prince possess the laws.
John Dryden
Image
Fool, not to know that love endures no tie, And Jove but laughs at lovers' perjury.
John Dryden
Image
A good conscience is a port which is landlocked on every side, where no winds can possibly invade. There a man may not only see his own image, but that of his Maker, clearly reflected from the undisturbed waters.
John Dryden
Image
For what can power give more than food and drink, To live at ease, and not be bound to think?
John Dryden
Image
If by the people you understand the multitude, the hoi polloi, 'tis no matter what they think they are sometimes in the right, sometimes in the wrong their judgment is a mere lottery.
John Dryden
Image
The winds that never moderation knew, Afraid to blow too much, too faintly blew Or out of breath with joy, could not enlarge Their straighten'd lungs or conscious of their charge.
John Dryden
Image
Dreams are but interludes, which fancy makes When monarch reason sleeps, this mimic wakes.
John Dryden
Image
Sweet is pleasure after pain.
John Dryden
Image
Not sharp revenge, nor hell itself can find, A fiercer torment than a guilty mind, Which day and night doth dreadfully accuse, Condemns the wretch, and still the charge renews.
John Dryden
Image
They first condemn that first advised the ill.
John Dryden
Image
I never saw any good that came of telling truth.
John Dryden
Image
To so perverse a sex all grace is vain.
John Dryden
Image
Among our crimes oblivion may be set.
John Dryden
Image
Secret guilt by silence is betrayed.
John Dryden
Image
The thought of being nothing after death is a burden insupportable to a virtuous man.
John Dryden