About John Dryden: John Dryden was an English poet, literary critic, translator, and playwright who was made Poet Laureate in 1668.
Ill habits gather unseen degrees, as brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.
The sooner you treat your son as a man, the sooner he will be one.
There is a pleasure in being mad which none but madmen know.
Fool that I was, upon my eagle's wings I bore this wren, till I was tired with soaring, and now he mounts above me.
He who would search for pearls must dive below.
Honor is but an empty bubble.
Roused by the lash of his own stubborn tail our lion now will foreign foes assail.
Genius must be born, and never can be taught.
All things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.
Even victors are by victories undone.
Shame on the body for breaking down while the spirit perseveres.
Never was patriot yet, but was a fool.
Tomorrow do thy worst, I have lived today.
To die is landing on some distant shore.
A knock-down argument; 'tis but a word and a blow.
If you be pungent, be brief; for it is with words as with sunbeams - the more they are condensed the deeper they burn.
They that possess the prince possess the laws.
All objects lose by too familiar a view.
The first is the law, the last prerogative.
Either be wholly slaves or wholly free.
Whence but from heaven, could men unskilled in arts, In several ages born, in several parts, Weave such agreeing truths? Or how, or why, Should all conspire to cheat us with a lie?
