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JOHN DRYDEN QUOTES III

With ravished ears
The monarch hears;
Assumes the god,
Affects the nod,
And seems to shake the spheres.

JOHN DRYDEN, Alexander's Feast

Look round the habitable world: how few
Know their own good, or knowing it, pursue.

JOHN DRYDEN, Satire X (translation of Juvenal)

Secret guilt by silence is betrayed.

JOHN DRYDEN, The Hind and the Panther

Wit will shine
Through the harsh cadence of a rugged line.

JOHN DRYDEN, To the Memory of Mr. Oldham

This is the porcelain clay of humankind.

JOHN DRYDEN, Don Sebastian

Reason to rule, mercy to forgive:
The first is law, the last prerogative.

JOHN DRYDEN, The Hind and the Panther

If others in the same Glass better see
'Tis for Themselves they look, but not for me:
For my Salvation must its Doom receive
Not from what others, but what I believe.

JOHN DRYDEN, Religio Laici

Ill habits gather by unseen degrees —
As brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.

JOHN DRYDEN, Ovid, Metamorphoses

From harmony, from heavenly harmony,
This universal frame began:
From harmony to harmony
Through all the compass of the notes it ran,
The diapason closing full in Man.

JOHN DRYDEN, A Song for St. Cecilia's Day

So when the last and dreadful hour
This crumbling pageant shall devour,
The trumpet shall be heard on high,
The dead shall live, the living die,
And Music shall untune the sky.

JOHN DRYDEN, "A Song for St. Cecilia's Day"

Aurora had but newly chased the night,
And purpled o'er the sky with blushing light.

JOHN DRYDEN, Palamon and Arcite

If you are for a merry jaunt I will try for once who can foot it farthest.

JOHN DRYDEN, attributed, Forty Thousand Quotations, Prose and Poetical

He trudg'd along, unknowing what he sought,
And whistled as he went, for want of thought.

JOHN DRYDEN, Cymon and Iphigenia

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, Aureng-zebe

A fiery soul, which, working out its way,
Fretted the pygmy-body to decay,
And o'er-inform'd the tenement of clay.

JOHN DRYDEN, Absalom and Achitophel

The end of satire is the amendment of vices by correction; and he who writes honestly is no more an enemy to the offender than the physician to the patient when he prescribed harsh remedies.

JOHN DRYDEN, Satires

Love taught him shame, and shame, with love at strife,
Soon taught the sweet civilities of life.

JOHN DRYDEN, Cymon and Iphigenia

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.

JOHN DRYDEN, Marriage à la Mode

Wit is not fed, but sharpened with applause; For wealth is solid food, and wit but hungry sauce.

JOHN DRYDEN, Love Triumphant

But 'tis the talent of our English nation,
Still to be plotting some new reformation.

JOHN DRYDEN, prologue, Sophonisba

A foundation of good sense, and a cultivation of learning, are required to give a seasoning to retirement, and make us taste the blessing.

JOHN DRYDEN, The Works of John Dryden: In Verse and Prose

Ev'n wit's a burthen, when it talks too long.

JOHN DRYDEN, Sixth Satire of Juvenal

Ill news is wing'd with fate, and flies apace.

JOHN DRYDEN, Threnodia Augustalis

Jealousy is like a polished glass held to the lips when life is in doubt; if there be breath, it will catch the damp and show it.

JOHN DRYDEN, All for Love

Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen,
Fallen from his high estate,
And welt'ring in his blood;
Deserted at his utmost need,
By those his former bounty fed;
On the bare earth expos'd he lies,
With not a friend to close his eyes.

JOHN DRYDEN, Alexander's Feast

It is a good thing to laugh, at any rate; and if a straw can tickle a man, it is an instrument of happiness.

JOHN DRYDEN, "A Parallel of Poetry and Painting", Select Essays on the Belles Lettres