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Quotes by John Dryden

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

Let Fortune empty her whole quiver on me, I have a soul that, like an ample shield, Can take in all, and verge enough for more; Fate was not mine, nor am I Fates: Souls know no conquerors.

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

None but the brave deserves the fair.

Fight on my merry men all Im a little wounded but I am not slain I will lay me down for to bleed a while Then Ill rise and fight with you again.

Fortune befriends the bold.

None but the brave deserve the fair.

All human things are subject to decay And when fate summons monarchs must obey.

Every inch that is not fool is rogue.

Friendship of itself a holy tie is made more sacred by adversity.

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

Chaucer I confess is a rough diamond and must be polished eer he shines.

It is a madness to make fortune the mistress of events because in herself she is nothing but is ruled by prudence.

His tribe were God Almightys gentlemen.

For Art may err but Nature cannot miss.

Im a little wounded but I am not slain I will lay me down to bleed a while. Then Ill rise and fight again.

Present joys are more to flesh and blood Than the dull prospect of a distant good.

Stiff in opinion always in the wrong.

Damned Neuters in their Middle way of Steering Are neither Fish nor Flesh nor good Red Herring.

Repentance is but want of power to sin.