John Dryden
John Dryden
John Drydenwas an English poet, literary critic, translator, and playwright who was made England's first Poet Laureate in 1668...
death morning dying
He was exhaled; his great Creator drew His spirit, as the sun the morning dew.
death fear knows
Death in itself is nothing; but we fear to be we know not what, we know not where.
death woe kind
Death ends our woes, and the kind grave shuts up the mournful scene.
death kings moments
No king nor nation one moment can retard the appointed hour.
death soul body
Death only this mysterious truth unfolds, The mighty soul how small a body holds.
life death nature
To die is landing on some distant shore.
life death journey
Like pilgrims to th' appointed place we tend; The World's an Inn, and Death the journey's end.
death body spirit
Shame on the body for breaking down while the spirit perseveres.
death fate decay
All things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.
men life-and-death tales
Dead men tell no tales.
chose discourse nearest rugged verse
And this unpolished rugged verse I chose / As fittest for discourse and nearest prose.
though warm
And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm
poor ten thousand torture word
And torture one poor word ten thousand ways.
child thus
And thus the child imposes on the man.