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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