718 Quotes by John Dryden

To breed up the son to common sense is evermore the parent’s least expense.

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.

To draw true beauty shows a master’s hand.

Moderate sorrow Fits vulgar love, and for a vulgar man: But I have lov’d with such transcendent passion, I soar’d, at first, quite out of reason’s view, And now am lost above it.

Maintain your post: That’s all the fame you need; For ’tis impossible you should proceed.

But wild Ambition loves to slide, not stand, And Fortune’s ice prefers to Virtue’s land.

Sure there’s contagion in the tears of friends.

The good we have enjoyed from Heaven’s free will, and shall we murmur to endure the ill?

The unhappy man, who once has trail’d a pen, Lives not to please himself, but other men; Is always drudging, wastes his life and blood, Yet only eats and drinks what you think good.