Quote

Riches cannot rescue from the grave, which claims alike the monarch and the slave.

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
Alike
Grave
Riches
Graves
Claims
Slave
Monarch
Cannot
Monarchs
Rescue

More quotes by John Dryden

Image
If you have lived, take thankfully the past. Make, as you can, the sweet remembrance last.
John Dryden
Image
Farewell, too little, and too lately known, Whom I began to think and call my own.
John Dryden
Image
Griefs assured are felt before they come.
John Dryden
Image
For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.
John Dryden
Image
Dancing is the poetry of the foot.
John Dryden
Image
Time glides with undiscover'd haste The future but a length behind the past.
John Dryden
Image
Dreams are but interludes, which fancy makes When monarch reason sleeps, this mimic wakes.
John Dryden
Image
One cannot say he wanted wit, but rather that he was frugal of it.
John Dryden
Image
Fool, not to know that love endures no tie, And Jove but laughs at lovers' perjury.
John Dryden
Image
A brave man scorns to quarrel once a day Like Hectors in at every petty fray.
John Dryden
Image
Trust on and think To-morrow will repay To-morrow's falser than the former day Lies worse and while it says, we shall be blest With some new Joys, cuts off what we possest.
John Dryden
Image
Much malice mingled with a little wit Perhaps may censure this mysterious writ.
John Dryden
Image
So the false spider, when her nets are spread, deep ambushed in her silent den does lie.
John Dryden
Image
I saw myself the lambent easy light Gild the brown horror, and dispel the night.
John Dryden
Image
Even kings but play and when their part is done, some other, worse or better, mounts the throne.
John Dryden
Image
They first condemn that first advised the ill.
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
Either be wholly slaves or wholly free.
John Dryden
Image
When a man's life is under debate, The judge can ne'er too long deliberate.
John Dryden
Image
Order is the greatest grace.
John Dryden