If you are for a merry jaunt, I will try, for once, who can foot it farthest. John Dryden More Quotes by John Dryden More Quotes From John Dryden Love is a child that talks in broken language, yet then he speaks most plain. John Dryden broken love-is children A coward is the kindest animal; John Dryden forgiving fighting animal Be secret and discreet; the fairy favors are lost when not concealed. John Dryden favors fairy secret Let cheerfulness on happy fortune wait. John Dryden cheerfulness fortune waiting A farce is that in poetry which grotesque (caricature) is in painting. The persons and actions of a farce are all unnatural, and the manners false, that is, inconsistent with the characters of mankind; and grotesque painting is the just resemblance of this. John Dryden farce action character Imagining is in itself the very height and life of poetry, which, by a kind of enthusiasm or extraordinary emotion of the soul, makes it seem to us that we behold those things which the poet paints. John Dryden soul imagination enthusiasm Hushed as midnight silence. John Dryden midnight silence Even kings but play; and when their part is done, some other, worse or better, mounts the throne. John Dryden acting kings play Men's virtues I have commended as freely as I have taxed their crimes. John Dryden crime virtue men Restless at home, and ever prone to range. John Dryden restless home travel My right eye itches, some good luck is near. John Dryden good-luck luck eye Truth is the object of our understanding, as good is of our will; and the understanding can no more be delighted with a lie than the will can choose an apparent evil. John Dryden truth evil lying The winds are out of breath. John Dryden breaths wind A satirical poet is the check of the laymen on bad priests. John Dryden checks priests poetry A woman's counsel brought us first to woe, John Dryden women sorrow heart Zeal, the blind conductor of the will. John Dryden conductor zeal blind They think too little who talk too much. John Dryden too-much littles thinking Criticism is now become mere hangman's work, and meddles only with the faults of authors ; nay, the critic is disgusted less with their absurdities than excellence ; and you cannot displease him more than in leaving him little room for his malice. John Dryden leaving excellence criticism For age but tastes of pleasures youth devours. John Dryden youth taste age My whole life Has been a golden dream of love and friendship. John Dryden golden love-and-friendship dream
