John Dryden Quotes

Only man clogs his happiness with care destroying what is with thoughts of what may be.

Chaucer I confess is a rough diamond and must be polished e'er he shines.

It is a madness to make fortune the mistress of events because in herself she is nothing but is ruled by prudence.

His tribe were God Almighty's gentlemen.

For Art may err but Nature cannot miss.

I'm a little wounded but I am not slain I will lay me down to bleed a while. Then I'll rise and fight again.

Present joys are more to flesh and blood Than the dull prospect of a distant good.

Stiff in opinion always in the wrong.

Damned Neuters in their Middle way of Steering Are neither Fish nor Flesh nor good Red Herring.

There is a pleasure sure In being mad which none but madmen know!

They conquer who believe they can.

But far more numerous was the herd of stfch Who think too little and who talk too much.

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 liv'd today.

For truth has such a face and such a mien As to be lov'd needs only to be seen.

I'll habits gather by unseen degrees As brooks make rivers rivers run to seas.

War he sung is toil and trouble Honour but an empty bubble.

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

War is the trade of Kings.

Forgiveness to the injured does belong but they ne'er pardon who have done wrong.