John Dryden Quotes

Fool, not to know that love endures no tie,
And Jove but laughs at lovers' perjury.

Was there no milder way but the Small Pox, The very filth’ness of Pandora’s Box?

Not only hating David, but the king.

A man is to be cheated into passion, but to be reasoned into truth.

The prostrate lover, when he lowest lies,
But stoops to conquer, and but kneels to rise.

When I consider life, 't is all a cheat;
Yet, fooled with hope, men favour the deceit,
Trust on and think to-morrow will repay;
To-morrow's falser than the former day.

Errors, like straws, upon the surface flow;
He who would search for pearls, must dive below.

Those who write ill, and they who ne'er durst write,
Turn critics out of mere revenge and spite.

Give, you gods,
Give to your boy, your Caesar,
This rattle of a globe to play withal,
This gewgaw world, and put him cheaply off:
I'll not be pleased with less than Cleopatra.

When I consider life, 't is all a cheat.
Yet fool'd with hope, men favour the deceit;
Trust on, and think to-morrow will repay.
To-morrow 's falser than the former day;
Lies worse, and while it says we shall be blest
With some new joys, cuts off what we possest.
Strange cozenage! none would live past years again,
Yet all hope pleasure in what yet remain;
And from the dregs of life think to receive
What the first sprightly running could not give.

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

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

It is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend.

And new-laid eggs, which Baucis' busy care
Turned by a gentle fire, and roasted rare.