John Dryden
John Dryden
John Drydenwas an English poet, literary critic, translator, and playwright who was made England's first Poet Laureate in 1668...
life journey men
Since every man who lives is born to die, And none can boast sincere felicity, With equal mind, what happens, let us bear, Nor joy nor grieve too much for things beyond our care. Like pilgrims to the' appointed place we tend; The world's an inn, and death the journey's end.
noble fidelity
Trust reposed in noble natures obliges them the more.
art nature missing
For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.
running sea rivers
Ill habits gather unseen degrees, as brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.
sight decay woe
Pity only on fresh objects stays, but with the tedious sight of woes decays.
lying grief eye
While I am compassed round With mirth, my soul lies hid in shades of grief, Whence, like the bird of night, with half-shut eyes, She peeps, and sickens at the sight of day.
soul conversation repartee
Repartee is the soul of conversation.
blow argument
A knock-down argument; 'tis but a word and a blow.
war son soul
Go miser go, for money sell your soul. Trade wares for wares and trudge from pole to pole, So others may say when you are dead and gone. See what a vast estate he left his son.
love flying dying
Time and death shall depart and say in flying Love has found out a way to live, by dying.
atheism world doe
The World to Bacon does not only owe it's present knowledge, but its future too.
tyrants mind
Thou tyrant, tyrant Jealousy, Thou tyrant of the mind!
reason interest seems
Interest makes all seem reason that leads to it.
lying wife my-wife
Here lies my wife: here let her lie! Now she's at rest, and so am I.