We first make our habits, and then our habits make us. John Dryden More Quotes by John Dryden More Quotes From John Dryden Reason is a crutch for age, but youth is strong enough to walk alone. John Dryden strong age birthday He who would search for pearls must dive below. John Dryden straws pearls errors Plots, true or false, are necessary things, To raise up commonwealths and ruin kings. John Dryden true-or-false political kings Set all things in their own peculiar place, and know that order is the greatest grace. John Dryden peculiar grace order Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are. John Dryden breakup love life When I consider life, it is all a cheat. Yet fooled with hope, people favor this deceit. John Dryden life cheating people Better to hunt in fields, for health unbought, Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught, The wise, for cure, on exercise depend; God never made his work for man to mend. John Dryden wise fitness work Boldness is a mask for fear, however great. John Dryden boldness-and-courage mask fear Dreams are but interludes that fancy makes... John Dryden forgotten-things dream long None would live past years again, Yet all hope pleasure in what yet remain; And, from the dregs of life, think to receive, What the first sprightly running could not give. John Dryden running past thinking Pity only on fresh objects stays, but with the tedious sight of woes decays. John Dryden woe decay sight Ill habits gather unseen degrees, as brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas. John Dryden sea rivers running Since every man who lives is born to die, And none can boast sincere felicity, With equal mind, what happens, let us bear, Nor joy nor grieve too much for things beyond our care. Like pilgrims to the' appointed place we tend; The world's an inn, and death the journey's end. John Dryden journey life death Repartee is the soul of conversation. John Dryden repartee soul conversation Bold knaves thrive without one grain of sense, But good men starve for want of impudence. John Dryden good-man want men Ah, how sweet it is to love! Ah, how gay is young Desire! And what pleasing pains we prove When we first approach Love's fire! John Dryden pain sweet love While I am compassed round With mirth, my soul lies hid in shades of grief, Whence, like the bird of night, with half-shut eyes, She peeps, and sickens at the sight of day. John Dryden grief eye lying For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss. John Dryden nature missing art Be slow to resolve, but quick in performance. John Dryden resolve performances Roused by the lash of his own stubborn tail our lion now will foreign foes assail. John Dryden stubborn lions tails
