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John Dryden

  • His Tribe were God Almighty's gentlemen.

  • They conquer who believer they can.

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

  • Repentance is but want of power to sin.

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

  • Friendship, of itself a holy tie, is made more sacred by adversity.

  • Fortune befriends the bold.

  • 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.

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

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

  • Boldness is a make for fear, however great.

  • All heiresses are beautiful.

  • None but the brave deserve the fair.

  • But far more numerous was the herd of such, who think too little, and who talk too much.

  • Reason is a crutch for age, but youth is strong enough to walk alone.

  • For truth has such a mien, as to be loved needs only to be seen.

  • 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.

  • There is a pleasure sure in being mad, which none but madmen know!

  • War is the trade of kings.

  • Dancing is the poetry of the foot.

  • Beware the fury of a patient man.

  • All human things are subject to decay, and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.

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