John Dryden
John Dryden
John Drydenwas an English poet, literary critic, translator, and playwright who was made England's first Poet Laureate in 1668...
moving wind sea
Seas are the fields of combat for the winds; but when they sweep along some flowery coast, their wings move mildly, and their rage is lost.
men thinking light
Let those find fault whose wit's so very small, They've need to show that they can think at all; Errors, like straws, upon the surface flow; He who would search for pearls, must dive below. Fops may have leave to level all they can; As pigmies would be glad to lop a man. Half-wits are fleas; so little and so light, We scarce could know they live, but that they bite.
running past thinking
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.
life cheating people
When I consider life, it is all a cheat. Yet fooled with hope, people favor this deceit.
wise fitness health
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.
love wise mind
Love works a different way in different minds, the fool it enlightens and the wise it blinds.
fear boldness-and-courage mask
Boldness is a mask for fear, however great.
i-miss-you missing-you long-distance-relationship
Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age.
men good-man want
Bold knaves thrive without one grain of sense, But good men starve for want of impudence.
dance ballet-class feet
Dancing is the poetry of the foot.
birthday years long
What, start at this! when sixty years have spread. Their grey experience o'er thy hoary head? Is this the all observing age could gain? Or hast thou known the world so long in vain?
love life breakup
Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.
silence secret guilt
Secret guilt is by silence revealed.
love remember lady-love
Old as I am, for ladies' love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet.