Quotes
Quotes - Dryden
Creator Venus, genial power of love, The bliss of men below, and gods above! Beneath the sliding sun thou runn'st thy race, Dost fairest shine, and best become thy place; For thee the winds their eastern blasts forbear, Thy mouth reveals the spring, and opens all the year; Thee, goddess, thee, the storms of winter fly, Earth smiles with flowers renewing, laughs the sky.
Look around the habitable world, how few Know their own good, or knowing it, pursue.
Whatever he did, was done with so much ease, In him alone 'twas natural to please.
Those wanting wit affect gravity, and go by the name of solid men.
She knows her man, and when you rant and swear, Can draw you to her with a single hair.
Since Heaven's eternal year is thine.
Nor can his blessed soul look down from heaven, Or break the eternal sabbath of his rest.
We spirits have just such natures We had for all the world, when human creatures; And, therefore, I, that was an actress here, Play all my tricks in hell, a goblin there.
And all at Worcester but the honour lost.
For your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to me.
His ignorance is encyclopedic.
He raised a mortal to the skies; She drew an angel down.
Deserted, at his utmost need, By those his former bounty fed; On the bare earth exposed he lies, With not a friend to close his eyes.
And all to leave what with his toil he won, To that unfeather'd two-legged thing, a son.
For those whom God to ruin has designed He fits for fate, and first destroys their mind.
There is a pleasure, sure, In being mad, which none but madmen know!
Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.
Then hasten to be drunk, the business of the day.
Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.
Joy rul'd the day, and Love the night.
Joy in looking and comprehending is nature's most beautiful gift.
Who climbs the grammar-tree, distinctly knows Where noun, and verb, and participle grows.
The love of liberty with life is given, And life itself the inferior gift of Heaven.
When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered snow, They melted as they fell.
And nobler is a limited command, Given by the love of all your native land, Than a successive title, long and dark, Drawn from the mouldy rolls of Noah's Ark.
