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John Dryden
John Dryden
- Great wits are sure to madness near allied,
And thin partitions do their bounds divide.Absalom and Achitophel (1681) pt. 1, l. 163 - All empire is no more than power in trust.Absalom and Achitophel (1681) pt. 1, l. 411; see Disraeli
- But far more numerous was the herd of such
Who think too little and who talk too much.Absalom and Achitophel (1681) pt. 1, l. 533 - A man so various that he seemed to be
Not one, but all mankind's epitome.
Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong;
Was everything by starts, and nothing long.Absalom and Achitophel (1681) pt. 1, l. 545 - Nor is the people's judgement always true:
The most may err as grossly as the few.Absalom and Achitophel (1681) pt. 1, l. 781 - Never was patriot yet, but was a fool.Absalom and Achitophel (1681) pt. 1, l. 968
- Beware the fury of a patient man.Absalom and Achitophel (1681) pt. 1, l. 1005
- None but the brave deserves the fair.Alexander's Feast (1697) l. 7
- Sweet is pleasure after pain.Alexander's Feast (1697) l. 60
- Errors, like straws, upon the surface flow;
He who would search for pearls must dive below.All for Love (1678) prologue - Men are but children of a larger growth;
Our appetites as apt to change as theirs,
And full as craving too, and full as vain.All for Love (1678) act 4, sc. 1; see Chesterfield - By viewing nature, nature's handmaid art,
Makes mighty things from small beginnings grow.Annus Mirabilis (1667) st. 155 - I am as free as nature first made man,
Ere the base laws of servitude began,
When wild in woods the noble savage ran.The Conquest of Granada (1670) pt. 1, act 1, sc. 1 - The wise, for cure, on exercise depend;
God never made his work, for man to mend.Epistle ‘To my honoured kinsman John Driden’ (1700) l. 92 - And love's the noblest frailty of the mind.The Indian Emperor (1665) act 2, sc. 2
- For all the happiness mankind can gain
Is not in pleasure, but in rest from pain.The Indian Emperor (1665) act 4, sc. 1 - Fairest Isle, all isles excelling.King Arthur (1691) act 5 ‘Song of Venus’; see Wesley
- All human things are subject to decay,
And, when fate summons, monarchs must obey.MacFlecknoe (1682) l. 1 - The rest to some faint meaning make pretence,
But Shadwell never deviates into sense.MacFlecknoe (1682) l. 19 - From harmony, from heavenly harmony
This universal frame began:
From harmony to harmony
Through all the compass of the notes it ran,
The diapason closing full in Man.A Song for St Cecilia's Day (1687) st. 1 - What passion cannot Music raise and quell?A Song for St Cecilia's Day (1687) st. 2
- The soft complaining flute.A Song for St Cecilia's Day (1687) st. 4
- The trumpet shall be heard on high,
The dead shall live, the living die,
And Music shall untune the sky.A Song for St Cecilia's Day (1687) ‘Grand Chorus’ - There is a pleasure sure,
In being mad, which none but madmen know!The Spanish Friar (1681) act 1, sc. 1 - Happy the man, and happy he alone,
He, who can call to-day his own:
He who, secure within, can say,
Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.translation of Horace Odes bk. 3, no. 29; see Smith - Not Heaven itself upon the past has power;
But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.translation of Horace Odes bk. 3, no. 29 - She knows her man, and when you rant and swear,
Can draw you to her with a single hair.translation of Persius Satires no. 5, l. 246 - Arms, and the man I sing.translation of Virgil Aeneid (Aeneis, 1697) bk. 1, l. 1; see Virgil
- We must beat the iron while it is hot, but we may polish it at leisure.Aeneis (1697) dedication
- The famous rules, which the French call Des Trois Unitez, or, the Three Unities, which ought to be observed in every regular play; namely, of Time, Place, and Action.An Essay of Dramatic Poesy (1668)
- A thing well said will be wit in all languages.An Essay of Dramatic Poesy (1668)
- He needed not the spectacles of books to read Nature: he looked inwards, and found her there.on ShakespeareAn Essay of Dramatic Poesy (1668)
- 'Tis sufficient to say, according to the proverb, that here is God's plenty.of ChaucerFables Ancient and Modern (1700) preface
- Cousin Swift, you will never be a poet.Samuel Johnson Lives of the English Poets (1779–81) ‘Dryden’