718 Quotes by John Dryden

The winds that never moderation knew, Afraid to blow too much, too faintly blew; Or out of breath with joy, could not enlarge Their straighten'd lungs or conscious of their charge.

Such subtle covenants shall be made, 'til peace itself is war in masquerade.

Rhyme is the rock on which thou art to wreck, 'Tis fatal to thy fame and to thy neck.

Interest makes all seem reason that leads to it.

Great wits are to madness near alliedAnd thin partitions do their bounds divide

Like pilgrims to the appointed place we tend; The world's an inn, and death the journey's end.

Humility and resignation are our prime virtues.

The commendation of adversaries is the greatest triumph of a writer, because it never comes unless extorted.

And that the Scriptures, though not everywhere Free from corruption, or entire, or clear, Are uncorrupt, sufficient, clear, entire In all things which our needful faith require.