Men are but children of a larger growth, Our appetites as apt to change as theirs, And full as craving too, and full as vain.
John DrydenRead
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.
Interpretation
True love is based on virtue and goodness, not on selfish desires.
In this quote, John Dryden emphasizes that love grounded in true virtue and goodness is everlasting, unlike love that is based on selfish motives or ends, which is temporary. He suggests that when our affections are guided by grace and goodness, our relationships are more likely to thrive and endure over time.
In practice
This quote can be used in a wedding speech to describe the foundation of a lasting marriage.
Men are but children of a larger growth, Our appetites as apt to change as theirs, And full as craving too, and full as vain.
Of no distemper, of no blast he died, _x000D_ But fell like autumn fruit that mellow'd long: _x000D_ Even wonder'd at, because he dropp'd no sooner. _x000D_ Fate seem'd to wind him up for fourscore years; _x000D_ Yet freshly ran he on ten winters more; _x000D_ Till like a clock worn out with eating time, _x000D_ The wheels of weary life at last stood still.
Or hast thou known the world so long in vain?
Shame on the body for breaking down while the spirit perseveres.
Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age.
And write whatever Time shall bring to pass_x000D_ _x000D_ With pens of adamant on plates of brass.
If I had a gun, I'd shoot a hole into the sun and love would burn this city down for you.
Love somebody. Just one person. And then spread that to two. And as many as you can. You'll see the difference it makes.
Love had always issued out of the places that hurt the most.
I don't care about fashion, I care about women.
Nothing in life is as good as the marriage of true minds between man and woman. As good? It is life itself.
Even this late it happens the coming of love, the coming of light. You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves, stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows, sending up warm bouquets of air. Even this late the bones of the body shine and tomorrow’s dust flares into breath.
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