…So when the last and dreadful hour This crumbling pageant shall devour, The trumpet shall be heard on high, The dead shall live, the living die, And Music shall untune the sky John Dryden More Quotes by John Dryden More Quotes From John Dryden Softly sweet, in Lydian measures, Soon he sooth'd his soul to pleasures. War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honour but an empty bubble; Never ending, still beginning, Fighting still, and still destroying. If all the world be worth the winning, Think, oh think it worth enjoying: Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee. John Dryden fighting sweet war Our souls sit close and silently within, And their own web from their own entrails spin; And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such, That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch. John Dryden spiders eye soul Her wit was more than man, her innocence a child. John Dryden innocence men children Men are but children of a larger growth. John Dryden growth men children Happy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave deserves the fair. John Dryden fairs pairs bravery Bets at first were fool-traps, where the wise like spiders lay in ambush for the flies. John Dryden spiders gambling wise The fortitude of a Christian consists in patience, not in enterprises which the poets call heroic, and which are commonly the effects of interest, pride and worldly honor. John Dryden pride honor christian And nobler is a limited command, Given by the love of all your native land, Than a successive title, long and dark, Drawn from the mouldy rolls of Noah's Ark. John Dryden land dark country Fiction is of the essence of poetry as well as of painting; there is a resemblance in one of human bodies, things, and actions which are not real, and in the other of a true story by fiction. John Dryden real essence fiction I feel my sinews slackened with the fright, and a cold sweat trills down all over my limbs, as if I were dissolving into water. John Dryden sweat fear water For thee, sweet month; the groves green liveries wear. John Dryden flower sweet moving So the false spider, when her nets are spread, deep ambushed in her silent den does lie. John Dryden spiders doe lying For mysterious things of faith, rely on the proponent, Heaven's authority. John Dryden mysterious-things faith heaven He was the man who of all modern, and perhaps ancient poets, had the largest and most comprehensive soul. . . . He was naturally learn'd; he needed not the spectacles of books to read Nature; he looked inwards, and found her there. . . . He is many times flat, insipid; his comic wit degenerating in to clenches, his serious swelling into bombast. But he is always great, when some occasion is presented to him. John Dryden soul men book Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire. John Dryden rage soul desire A fiery soul, which working out its way, John Dryden storm work-out soul If you are for a merry jaunt, I will try, for once, who can foot it farthest. John Dryden hiking journey feet All empire is no more than power in trust. John Dryden empires power Then we upon our globe's last verge shall go, John Dryden ocean moon science When the Sun sets, shadows, that shew'd at Noon John Dryden fate fear son
