Quotes by John Dryden

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John Dryden (August 9, 1631 May 12, 1700) was an influential English poet, literary critic, and playwright. more

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Love is not in our choice but in our fate.

Love is love's reward.
Love works a different way in different minds, the fool it enlightens and the wise it blinds.
Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is, with thoughts of what may be.
Pains of love be sweeter far than all the other pleasures are.
Happy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own; he who, secure within, can say, tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
Self-defense is Nature's eldest law.
Far more numerous are those as such; who think too little and talk too much.
The sooner you treat your son as a man, the sooner he will be one.
Mighty things from small beginnings grow.
Genius must be born, and never can be taught.
Great wits are sure to madness near allied, and thin partitions do their bounds divide.
He has not learned the first lesson of life who does not every day surmount a fear.
Beware the fury of a patient man.
She feared no danger, for she knew no sin.
Seek not to know what must not be reveal, for joy only flows where fate is most concealed. A busy person would find their sorrows much more; if future fortunes were known before!
Tomorrow do thy worst, I have lived today.
He who would search for pearls must dive below.
Not to ask is not be denied.
Kings fight for empires, madmen for applause.
We first make our habits, and then our habits make us.
Ill habits gather unseen degrees, as brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.
Nor is the people's judgment always true: the most may err as grossly as the few.
To die is landing on some distant shore.
Like pilgrims to the appointed place we tend; The world's an inn, and death the journey's end.
Fortune befriends the bold.
He who trusts secrets to a servant makes him his master.
Time is the most valuable coin in your life. You and you alone will determine how that coin will be spent. Be careful that you don't let other people spend it for you.
When I consider life, it is all a cheat. Yet fooled with hope, people favor this deceit.
Go miser go, for money sell your soul. Trade wares for wares and trudge from pole to pole, So others may say when you are dead and gone. See what a vast estate he left his son.
Thou strong seducer, Opportunity!
Never was patriot yet, but was a fool.
He invades authors like a monarch; and what would be theft in other poets is only victory in him.
Resolved to ruin or to rule the state.
Reason is a crutch for age, but youth is strong enough to walk alone.
Repentance is but want of power to sin.
Plots, true or false, are necessary things, to raise up commonwealths, and ruin kings.
For present joys are more to flesh and blood than a dull prospect of a distant good.
Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.
All heiresses are beautiful.
Woman's honor is nice as ermine; it will not bear a soil.
Time, place, and action may with pains be wrought, but genius must be born; and never can be taught.
It is madness to make fortune the mistress of events, because by herself she is nothing and is ruled by prudence.
All things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.
All objects lose by too familiar a view.
So over violent, or over civil that every man with him was God or Devil.
Railing and praising were his usual themes; and both showed his judgment in extremes. Either over violent or over civil, so everyone to him was either god or devil.
Since every man who lives is born to die, and none can boast sincere felicity, with equal mind, what happens, let us bear, nor joy nor grieve too much for things beyond our care.
Be slow to resolve, but quick in performance.
He was exhaled; his great Creator drew His spirit, as the sun the morning dew.
All human things are subject to decay, and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.
Successful crimes alone are justified.
Roused by the lash of his own stubborn tail our lion now will foreign foes assail.
For all have not the gift of martyrdom.
For they conquer who believe they can.
Drinking is the soldier's pleasure.
Fool that I was, upon my eagle's wings I bore this wren, till I was tired with soaring, and now he mounts above me.
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.
Look around the inhabited world; how few know their own good, or knowing it, pursue.
War is the trade of Kings.
War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honor but an empty bubble.
Death in itself is nothing; but we fear, To be we know not what, we know not where.
I am resolved to grow fat, and look young till forty, and then slip out of the world, with the first wrinkle, and the reputation of five-and-twenty.
Nature meant me a wife, a silly harmless household Dove, fond without art; and kind without deceit.
Such subtle Covenants shall be made,Till Peace it self is War in Masquerade.
Fortune, that with malicious joyDoes man her slave oppress,Proud of her office to destroy,Is seldom pleasd to bless.
Why should a foolish marriage vow Which long ago was made, Oblige us to each other now When passion is decayed?