Quotes from John Dryden

And, dying, bless the hand that gave the blow.

But, when to Sin our byast Nature leans, The carefull Devil is still at hand with means. - Ama yanl? Tabiat?m?z günaha meylettiÄŸi zaman Gerekli araçlarla ç?kagelir uyan?k Åžeytan.

From Plots and Treasons Heaven preserve my years, But Save me most from my Petitioners. Unsatiate as the barren Womb or Grave; God cannot Grant so much as they can Crave.

But O! what art can teach, What human voice can reach, The sacred organ's praise?

But, when to Sin our byast Nature leans, The carefull Devil is still at hand with means; And providently Pimps for ill desires: The Good old Cause reviv'd, a Plot requires. Plots, true or false, are necessary things, To raise up Common-wealths, and ruin Kings.

To breed up the son to common sense is evermore the parent's least expense.

Youth, beauty, graceful action seldom fail: But common interest always will prevail; And pity never ceases to be shown To him who makes the people's wrongs his own.

And that the Scriptures, though not everywhere Free from corruption, or entire, or clear, Are uncorrupt, sufficient, clear, entire In all things which our needful faith require.

For mysterious things of faith, rely on the proponent, Heaven's authority.

A lively faith will bear aloft the mind, and leave the luggage of good works behind.

Faith is to believe what you do not yet see: the reward for this faith is to see what you believe. Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace.

An horrible stillness first invades our ear, And in that silence we the tempest fear.

She feared no danger, for she knew no sin.

Keen appetite And quick digestion wait on you and yours.

O freedom, first delight of human kind!

Freedom which in no other land will thrive, Freedom an English subject's sole prerogative.

When I consider life, 'tis all a cheat. Yet, fooled by hope, men favour the deceit; trust on, and think to-morrow will repay: to-morrow's falser than the former day.

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!

Sure there is none but fears a future state; And when the most obdurate swear they do not, Their trembling hearts belie their boasting tongues.

For, Heaven be thank'd, we live in such an age, when no man dies for love, but on the stage.

Every age has a kind of universal genius, which includes those that live in it to some particular studies.

Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age.

Love is hard work; and hard work sometimes hurts!

Sometimes we see things not as they are but as we are: Love brings understanding