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John Dryden

John Dryden

Poet · English · 1631 – 1700

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When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered snow, They melted as they fell.
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Great souls forgive not injuries till time has put their enemies within their power, that they may show forgiveness is their own.
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God never made his work for man to mend.
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Of all the tyrannies on human kind the worst is that which persecutes the mind.
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He look'd in years, yet in his years were seen A youthful vigor, and autumnal green.
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She feared no danger, for she knew no sin.
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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.
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He who trusts secrets to a servant makes him his master
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Our vows are heard betimes! and Heaven takes care To grant, before we can conclude the prayer: Preventing angels met it half the way, And sent us back to praise, who came to pray.
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Our souls sit close and silently within, And their own web from their own entrails spin; And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such, That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch.
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All things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.
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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.
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Rhyme is the rock on which thou art to wreck.
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For secrets are edged tools, And must be kept from children and from fools.
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He who would search for pearls must dive below.
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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.
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For truth has such a face and such a mien, as to be loved needs only to be seen.
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He trudged along unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went, for want of thought.
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Even victors are by victories undone.
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Tomorrow do thy worst, I have lived today.
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Thou tyrant, tyrant Jealousy, Thou tyrant of the mind!
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