John Dryden
John Dryden
John Drydenwas an English poet, literary critic, translator, and playwright who was made England's first Poet Laureate in 1668...
close eyes far meet sit souls touch
Our souls sit close and silently within, And their own webs from their own entrails spin; And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such, That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch
brave soul treasure
That gloomy outside, like a rusty chest, contains the shoring treasure of a soul resolved and brave.
fate soul shields
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 Fate's: Souls know no conquerors.
soul conversation repartee
Repartee is the soul of conversation.
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.
death soul body
Death only this mysterious truth unfolds, The mighty soul how small a body holds.
soul arms poverty
Content with poverty, my soul I arm; And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.
eye soul spiders
Our souls sit close and silently within, And their own web from their own entrails spin; And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such, That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch.
patience soul your-soul
Possess your soul with patience.
jealousy soul jaundice
Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.
work-out soul storm
A fiery soul, which, working out its way, Fretted the pygmy-body to decay, And o'er-inform'd the tenement of clay. A daring pilot in extremity; Pleas'd with the danger, when the waves went high He sought the storms.
soul desire rage
Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire.
book men soul
He was the man who of all modern, and perhaps ancient poets, had the largest and most comprehensive soul. . . . He was naturally learn'd; he needed not the spectacles of books to read Nature; he looked inwards, and found her there. . . . He is many times flat, insipid; his comic wit degenerating in to clenches, his serious swelling into bombast. But he is always great, when some occasion is presented to him.
soul enemy forgiving
Great souls forgive not injuries till time has put their enemies within their power, that they may show forgiveness is their own.