John Dryden

Quotations

Be kind to my remains; and oh defend,
Against your judgment, your departed friend!

Epistle to Congreve. Line 72.

Whate’er he did was done with so much ease,
In him alone ‘t was natural to please.

For pity melts the mind to love.

Line 96.

Better to hunt in fields for health unbought
Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught.
The wise for cure on exercise depend;
God never made his work for man to mend.

Epistle to John Dryden of Chesterton. Line 92.

A fiery soul, which, working out its way,
Fretted the pygmy-body to decay,
And o’er-inform’d the tenement of clay.
A daring pilot in extremity;
Pleas’d with the danger, when the waves went high
He sought the storms.

Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire.

Line 160.

Wit will shine
Through the harsh cadence of a rugged line.

To the Memory of Mr. Oldham. Line 15.

Great wits are sure to madness near allied,
And thin partitions do their bounds divide.

Part i. Line 163.

Old as I am, for ladies’ love unfit,
The power of beauty I remember yet.

So softly death succeeded life in her,
She did but dream of heaven, and she was there.

Eleonora, Line 315.

And all to leave what with his toil he won
To that unfeather’d two-legged thing, a son.

When beauty fires the blood, how love exalts the mind!

Line 41.

Since heaven’s eternal year is thine.

Resolv’d to ruin or to rule the state.

He trudg’d along unknowing what he sought,
And whistled as he went, for want of thought.

Her wit was more than man, her innocence a child.

Elegy on Mrs. Killegrew. Line 70.

And heaven had wanted one immortal song.

Part i. Line 197.

Love taught him shame; and shame, with love at strife,
Soon taught the sweet civilities of life.

Line 133.

He was exhal’d; his great Creator drew
His spirit, as the sun the morning dew.

But wild Ambition loves to slide, not stand,
And Fortune’s ice prefers to Virtue’s land.

She hugg’d the offender, and forgave the offence:
Sex to the last.

A very merry, dancing, drinking,
Laughing, quaffing, and unthinking time.

The Secular Masque. Line 40.

The people’s prayer, the glad diviner’s theme,
The young men’s vision, and the old men’s dream!

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 liv’d to-day.

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