John Dryden
John Dryden
John Drydenwas an English poet, literary critic, translator, and playwright who was made England's first Poet Laureate in 1668...
sweet flower sun
All flowers will droop in the absence of the sun that waked their sweets.
sweet pain drinking
Bacchus ever fair and young, Drinking joys did first ordain. Bachus's blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure, Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure- Sweet is pleasure after pain.
life sweet pain
How happy the lover, How easy his chain, How pleasing his pain, How sweet to discover He sighs not in vain.
love sweet pain
Ah, how sweet it is to love! Ah, how gay is young Desire! And what pleasing pains we prove When we first approach Love's fire!
sweet flower moving
For thee, sweet month; the groves green liveries wear. If not the first, the fairest of the year; For thee the Graces lead the dancing hours, And Nature's ready pencil paints the flowers. When thy short reign is past, the feverish sun The sultry tropic fears, and moves more slowly on.
sweet pain treasure
Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure,- Sweet is pleasure after pain.
sweet war fighting
Softly sweet, in Lydian measures, Soon he sooth'd his soul to pleasures. War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honour but an empty bubble; Never ending, still beginning, Fighting still, and still destroying. If all the world be worth the winning, Think, oh think it worth enjoying: Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee.
life sweet taught
Love taught him shame, and shame with love at strife Soon taught the sweet civilities of life.
gratitude sweet past
If you have lived, take thankfully the past. Make, as you can, the sweet remembrance last.
sweet pain pleasure
Sweet is pleasure after pain.
rose lasts sweetness
Blown roses hold their sweetness to the last.
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.