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John Dryden
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John Dryden
Age: 68 †
Born: 1631
Born: August 7
Died: 1700
Died: May 12
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Ever a glutton, at another's cost, But in whose kitchen dwells perpetual frost.
John Dryden
We find few historians who have been diligent enough in their search for truth it is their common method to take on trust what they help distribute to the public by which means a falsehood once received from a famed writer becomes traditional to posterity.
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Softly sweet, in Lydian measures, Soon he sooth'd his soul to pleasures. War, he sung, is toil and trouble Honour but an empty bubble Never ending, still beginning, Fighting still, and still destroying. If all the world be worth the winning, Think, oh think it worth enjoying: Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee.
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Possess your soul with patience.
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Truth is the object of our understanding, as good is of our will and the understanding can no more be delighted with a lie than the will can choose an apparent evil.
John Dryden
Secret guilt by silence is betrayed.
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Then we upon our globe's last verge shall go, And view the ocean leaning on the sky: From thence our rolling Neighbours we shall know, And on the Lunar world securely pry.
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I am as free as nature first made man, Ere the base laws of servitude began, When wild in woods the noble savage ran.
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Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections. For love which hath ends, will have an end whereas that which is founded on true virtue, will always continue.
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Drinking is the soldier's pleasure.
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Nature meant me A wife, a silly, harmless, household dove, Fond without art, and kind without deceit.
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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.
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Maintain your post: That's all the fame you need For 'tis impossible you should proceed.
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He invades authors like a monarch and what would be theft in other poets is only victory in him.
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Long pains, with use of bearing, are half eased.
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New vows to plight, and plighted vows to break.
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Love works a different way in different minds, the fool it enlightens and the wise it blinds.
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He is a perpetual fountain of good sense.
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As one that neither seeks, nor shuns his foe.
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Order is the greatest grace.
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