Quotes by John Dryden
Your love by ours we measure Till we have lost our treasure, But dying is a pleasure, When living is a pain.
A mob is the scum that rises upmost when the nation boils.
Men are but children of a larger growth, Our appetites as apt to change as theirs, And full as craving too, and full as vain.
Fortune, that with malicious joyDoes man her slave oppress,Proud of her office to destroy,Is seldom pleasd to bless.
And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.
All human things are subject to decay,And, when Fate summons, monarchs must obeyThis Flecknoe found, who like Augustus youngWas call'd to empire, and had govern'd longIn prose and verse, was own'd, without disputeThrough all the realms of nonsense, absolute.
How can finite grasp infinity
Better shun the bait, than struggle in the snare.
Happy the man, and happy he alone, He, who can call to-day his own He who, secure within, can say, To-morrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
Look around the habitable world, how few Know their own good, or knowing it, pursue.
The people have a right supremeTo make their kings, for Kings are made for them.All Empire is no more than Pow'r in Trust,Which when resum'd, can be no longer just.Successionm for the general good design'd,In its own wrong a Nation cannot bind.
Like pilgrims to the appointed place we tend; The world's an inn, and death the journey's end.
Like pilgrims to th' appointed place we tend; The world's an inn, and death the journey's end.
Oh that my Pow'r to Saving were confin
Death in itself is nothing but we fear To be we know not what, we know not where.
