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Quotes by John Dryden

There is a pleasure sure In being mad which none but madmen know!

They conquer who believe they can.

But far more numerous was the herd of stfch Who think too little and who talk too much.

Happy the man and happy he alone He who can call today his own: He who secure within can say Tomorrow do thy worst for I have livd today.

For truth has such a face and such a mien As to be lovd needs only to be seen.

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

War is the trade of kings.

War he sung is toil and trouble Honour but an empty bubble.

…So when the last and dreadful hourThis crumbling pageant shall devour,The trumpet shall be heard on high,The dead shall live, the living die,And Music shall untune the sky

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

War is the trade of Kings.

But loves a malady without a cure.

Love is loves reward.

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

Words are but pictures of our thoughts.

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

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

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

Boldness is a mask for fear, however great.

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