- Plots, true or false, are necessary things,
- To raise up commonwealths and ruin kings.
JOHN DRYDEN, Absalom and Achitophel
We must beat the iron while it is hot, but we may polish it at leisure.
JOHN DRYDEN, Dedication of the Aeneis
All empire is no more than power in trust.
JOHN DRYDEN, Absalom and Achitophel
- Death, in itself, is nothing; but we fear,
- To be we know not what, we know not where.
Learn to write well, or not to write at all.
JOHN DRYDEN, Essay on Satire
A thing well said will be wit in all languages.
JOHN DRYDEN, Essay of Dramatic Poesy
Men are but children of a larger growth.
JOHN DRYDEN, All For Love
Beware the fury of a patient man.
JOHN DRYDEN, Absalom and Achitophel
Ill fortune seldom comes alone.
JOHN DRYDEN, Cymon and Iphigenia
War is the trade of kings.
All delays are dangerous in war.
JOHN DRYDEN, Tyrannic Love
What passion cannot Music raise and quell?
JOHN DRYDEN, St. Cecilia's Day
- There is a pleasure sure,
- In being mad, which none but madmen know!
JOHN DRYDEN, The Spanish Friar
- Great wits are sure to madness near allied;
- And thin partitions do their bonds divide.
JOHN DRYDEN, Absalom and Achitophel
I never saw any good that came of telling truth.
- Bacchus ever fair and young,
- Drinking joys did first ordain.
- Bachus's blessings are a treasure,
- Drinking is the soldier's pleasure,
- Rich the treasure,
- Sweet the pleasure--
- Sweet is pleasure after pain.
JOHN DRYDEN, Alexander's Feast
Repentance is but want of power to sin.
JOHN DRYDEN, Palamon and Arcite
- By viewing nature, nature's handmaid art,
- Makes mighty things from small beginnings grow:
- Thus fishes first to shipping did impart,
- Their tail the rudder, and their head the prow.
JOHN DRYDEN, Annus Mirabilis
The world's an inn, and death the journey's end.
JOHN DRYDEN, Palamon and Arcite
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