Secret guilt by silence is betrayed. John Dryden More Quotes by John Dryden More Quotes From John Dryden As one that neither seeks, nor shuns his foe. John Dryden foe There is an inimitable grace in Virgil's words, and in them principally consists that beauty which gives so inexpressible a pleasure to him who best understands their force. This diction of his, I must once again say, is never to be copied; and since it cannot, he will appear but lame in the best translation. John Dryden diction grace giving The poorest of the sex have still an itch To know their fortunes, equal to the rich. The dairy-maid inquires, if she shall take The trusty tailor, and the cook forsake. John Dryden maids curiosity sex Mankind is ever the same, and nothing lost out of nature, though everything is altered. John Dryden altered mankind lost [T]he Famous Rules which the French call, Des Trois Unitez , or, The Three Unities, which ought to be observ'd in every Regular Play; namely, of Time, Place, and Action. John Dryden unity three play And, dying, bless the hand that gave the blow. John Dryden dying blow hands Government itself at length must fall To nature's state, where all have right to all. John Dryden length government fall One cannot say he wanted wit, but rather that he was frugal of it. John Dryden frugal wit wanted Second thoughts, they say, are best. John Dryden second-thoughts Imagination in a poet is a faculty so wild and lawless that, like a high ranging spaniel, it must have clogs tied to it, lest it outrun the judgment. The great easiness of blank verse renders the poet too luxuriant. He is tempted to say many things which might better be omitted, or, at least shut up in fewer words. John Dryden shut-up imagination might Repentance is the virtue of weak minds. John Dryden virtue weak mind Virgil, above all poets, had a stock which I may call almost inexhaustible, of figurative, elegant, and sounding words. John Dryden elegant poet may That, if the Gentiles, (whom no Law inspir'd,) John Dryden indictment gentiles law As when the dove returning bore the mark Of earth restored to the long labouring ark; The relics of mankind, secure at rest, Oped every window to receive the guest, And the fair bearer of the message bless'd. John Dryden ark earth long I am resolved to grow fat, and look young till forty. John Dryden fats young looks He was exhaled; his great Creator drew His spirit, as the sun the morning dew. John Dryden dying morning death But how can finite grasp Infinity? John Dryden finite infinity War is a trade of kings. John Dryden trade kings war The Jews, a headstrong, moody, murmuring race. John Dryden headstrong murmuring race So poetry, which is in Oxford made An art, in London only is a trade. John Dryden london oxford art
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