Quotes By John Dryden

Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.

Never was patriot yet, but was a fool.

And plenty makes us poor.

Tomorrow do thy worst, I have lived today.

War is the trade of Kings.

He has not learned the first lesson of life who does not every day surmount a fear.

Shame on the body for breaking down while the spirit perseveres.

Ill habits gather unseen degrees, as brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.

But love's a malady without a cure.

Anger will never disappear so long as thoughts of resentment are cherished in the mind. Anger will disappear just as soon as thoughts of resentment are forgotten.

He who would search for pearls must dive below.

Love is not in our choice but in our fate.

If you be pungent, be brief; for it is with words as with sunbeams - the more they are condensed the deeper they burn.

All heiresses are beautiful.

You see through love, and that deludes your sight, As what is straight seems crooked through the water.

Self-defence is Nature's eldest law.

Forgiveness to the injured does belong; but they ne'er pardon who have done wrong.

But far more numerous was the herd of such, Who think too little, and who talk too much.

Successful crimes alone are justified.

When I consider life, it is all a cheat. Yet fooled with hope, people favor this deceit.

The first is the law, the last prerogative.

Happy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own; he who, secure within, can say, tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.

Boldness is a mask for fear, however great.

Either be wholly slaves or wholly free.

We first make our habits, and then our habits make us.

Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.

Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray; Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery way: Pleased with the surface, we glide swiftly on, And see the dangers that we cannot shun.

Fool that I was, upon my eagle's wings I bore this wren, till I was tired with soaring, and now he mounts above me.

It is madness to make fortune the mistress of events, because by herself she is nothing and is ruled by prudence.

Beware the fury of a patient man.