John Dryden


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

Who think too little, and who talk too much.

Part i. Line 534.

Not heaven itself upon the past has power;
But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.

Book iii. Ode 29, Line 71.

For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.

The Cock and the Fox. Line 452.

A man so various, that he seem’d to be
Not one, but all mankind’s epitome;
Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong,
Was everything by starts, and nothing long;
But in the course of one revolving moon
Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon.

I can enjoy her while she ‘s kind;
But when she dances in the wind,
And shakes the wings and will not stay,
I puff the prostitute away.

Welcome as kindly showers to the long parched earth.

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

Book xv. The Worship of

So over violent, or over civil,
That every man with him was God or Devil.

Part i. Line 557.

And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.

Book iii. Ode 29, Line 87.

‘Tis good to laugh at any rate; and if a straw can tickle a man, it is an instrument of happiness.

Look round the habitable world: how few
Know their own good, or knowing it, pursue.

Juvenal. Satire x.

Beware the fury of a patient man.

Part i. Line 1005.

For truth has such a face and such a mien,
As to be lov’d needs only to be seen.

I have not joyed an hour since you departed, for public miseries, and for private fears; but this blest meeting has o’erpaid them all.

Our souls sit close and silently within,
And their own web from their own entrails spin;
And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such,
That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch.


For every inch that is not fool is rogue.

Part ii. Line 463.

And kind as kings upon their coronation day.

part i. Line 271.

Men met each other with erected look,
The steps were higher that they took;
Friends to congratulate their friends made haste,
And long inveterate foes saluted as they pass’d.

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

All for Love. Prologue.

None but the brave deserves the fair.

Line 15.

For those whom God to ruin has design’d,
He fits for fate, and first destroys their mind.

And torture one poor word ten thousand ways.

Britannia Rediviva. Line 208.

Men are but children of a larger growth.

All for Love. Act iv. Sc. 1.

Bacchus, ever fair and ever young.