John Dryden Quotes - Page 2

• John Dryden / Poet

Deathless laurel is the victor's due.

• John Dryden / Poet

Among our crimes oblivion may be set.

• John Dryden / Poet

We by art unteach what Nature taught.

• John Dryden / Poet

Repartee is the soul of conversation.

• John Dryden / Poet

Never was patriot yet, but was a fool.

• John Dryden / Poet

For they conquer who believe they can.

• John Dryden / Poet

Joy rul'd the day, and Love the night.

• John Dryden / Poet

Resolved to ruin or to rule the state.

• John Dryden / Poet

Home is the sacred refuge of our life.

• John Dryden / Poet

Beware of the fury of the patient man.

• John Dryden / Poet

Zeal, the blind conductor of the will.

• John Dryden / Poet

Successful crimes alone are justified.

• John Dryden / Poet

O freedom, first delight of human kind!

• John Dryden / Poet

Bankrupt of life, yet prodigal of ease.

• John Dryden / Poet

The blushing beauties of a modest maid.

• John Dryden / Poet

For all have not the gift of martyrdom.

• John Dryden / Poet

Let cheerfulness on happy fortune wait.

• John Dryden / Poet

Better one suffer than a nation grieve.

• John Dryden / Poet

Repentance is the virtue of weak minds.

• John Dryden / Poet

Repentance is but want of power to sin.

• John Dryden / Poet

Either be wholly slaves or wholly free.

• John Dryden / Poet

To so perverse a sex all grace is vain.

• John Dryden / Poet

Words are but pictures of our thoughts.

• John Dryden / Poet

Men are but children of a larger growth.

• John Dryden / Poet

All objects lose by too familiar a view.

• John Dryden / Poet

To die is landing on some distant shore.

• John Dryden / Poet

God never made his work for man to mend.

• John Dryden / Poet

For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.

• John Dryden / Poet

Genius must be born, it can't be taught.

• John Dryden / Poet

They think too little who talk too much.

• John Dryden / Poet

He is a perpetual fountain of good sense.

• John Dryden / Poet

Mighty things from small beginnings grow.

• John Dryden / Poet

They live too long who happiness outlive.

• John Dryden / Poet

Griefs assured are felt before they come.

• John Dryden / Poet

She feared no danger, for she knew no sin.

• John Dryden / Poet

My hands are guilty, but my heart is free.

• John Dryden / Poet

All the learn'd are cowards by profession.

• John Dryden / Poet

Tomorrow do thy worst, I have lived today.

• John Dryden / Poet

For every inch that is not fool, is rogue.

• John Dryden / Poet

The conscience of a people is their power.

• John Dryden / Poet

For they can conquer who believe they can.

• John Dryden / Poet

To draw true beauty shows a master's hand.

• John Dryden / Poet

Silence in times of suffering is the best.

• John Dryden / Poet

All empire is no more than power in trust.

• John Dryden / Poet

What passions cannot music raise or quell?

• John Dryden / Poet

Few know the use of life before 'tis past.

• John Dryden / Poet

Old age creeps on us ere we think it nigh.

• John Dryden / Poet

He wants worth who dares not praise a foe.

• John Dryden / Poet

What passion cannot music raise and quell!

• John Dryden / Poet

Restless at home, and ever prone to range.