Seas are the fields of combat for the winds; but when they sweep along some flowery coast, their wings move mildly, and their rage is lost. John Dryden More Quotes by John Dryden More Quotes From John Dryden A coward is the kindest animal; John Dryden forgivingfightinganimal Be secret and discreet; the fairy favors are lost when not concealed. John Dryden favorsfairysecret Let cheerfulness on happy fortune wait. John Dryden cheerfulnessfortunewaiting 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 farceactioncharacter 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 soulimaginationenthusiasm Hushed as midnight silence. John Dryden midnightsilence Even kings but play; and when their part is done, some other, worse or better, mounts the throne. John Dryden actingkingsplay Men's virtues I have commended as freely as I have taxed their crimes. John Dryden crimevirtuemen Restless at home, and ever prone to range. John Dryden restlesshometravel My right eye itches, some good luck is near. John Dryden good-luckluckeye 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 truthevillying The winds are out of breath. John Dryden breathswind A satirical poet is the check of the laymen on bad priests. John Dryden checkspriestspoetry A woman's counsel brought us first to woe, John Dryden womensorrowheart Zeal, the blind conductor of the will. John Dryden conductorzealblind They think too little who talk too much. John Dryden too-muchlittlesthinking 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 leavingexcellencecriticism For age but tastes of pleasures youth devours. John Dryden youthtasteage My whole life Has been a golden dream of love and friendship. John Dryden goldenlove-and-friendshipdream Some of our philosophizing divines have too much exalted the faculties of our souls, when they have maintained that by their force mankind has been able to find out God. John Dryden abletoo-muchsoul
