Quotes By John Dryden

There is a pleasure in being mad which none but madmen know.

Forgiveness to the injured does belong; but they ne'er pardon who have done wrong.

Love works a different way in different minds, the fool it enlightens and the wise it blinds.

Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections. For love which hath ends, will have an end; whereas that which is founded on true virtue, will always continue.

Honor is but an empty bubble.

When I consider life, it is all a cheat. Yet fooled with hope, people favor this deceit.

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

Look around the inhabited world; how few know their own good, or knowing it, pursue.

Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.

And love's the noblest frailty of the mind.

Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray; Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery way: Pleased with the surface, we glide swiftly on, And see the dangers that we cannot shun.

A knock-down argument; 'tis but a word and a blow.

Fool that I was, upon my eagle's wings I bore this wren, till I was tired with soaring, and now he mounts above me.

All objects lose by too familiar a view.

Genius must be born, and never can be taught.

Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.

Dancing is the poetry of the foot.

And plenty makes us poor.

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

Tomorrow do thy worst, I have lived today.

He has not learned the first lesson of life who does not every day surmount a fear.

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

Shame on the body for breaking down while the spirit perseveres.

Ill habits gather unseen degrees, as brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.

He who would search for pearls must dive below.

Go miser go, for money sell your soul. Trade wares for wares and trudge from pole to pole, So others may say when you are dead and gone. See what a vast estate he left his son.

Love is not in our choice but in our fate.

Death in itself is nothing; but we fear to be we know not what, we know not where.

If you be pungent, be brief; for it is with words as with sunbeams - the more they are condensed the deeper they burn.

All heiresses are beautiful.