e 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.
JOHN DRYDEN, Amphitryon
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
A knockdown argument: 'tis but a word and a blow.
JOHN DRYDEN, Amphitryon
Jealousy, the jaundice of the soul.
JOHN DRYDEN, The Hind and the Panther
When beauty fires the blood, how love exalts the mind!
JOHN DRYDEN, Cymon and Iphigenia
All human things are subject to decay,
And, when fate summons, monarchs must obey.
JOHN DRYDEN, Mac Flecknoe
Of all the tyrannies on human kind
The worst is that which persecutes the mind.
JOHN DRYDEN, The Hind and the Panther
When I consider Life, 'tis all a cheat;
Yet, fooled with hope, men favour the deceit;
Trust on, and think to-morrow will repay:
To-morrow's falser than the former day;
Lies worse; and while it says, we shall be blest

With some new joys, cuts off what we possessed.

JOHN DRYDEN, Aureng-Zebe
Genius must be born, and never can be taught.
JOHN DRYDEN, Epistle to Congreve, 1693
For present joys are more to flesh and blood
Than a dull prospect of a distant good.
JOHN DRYDEN, The Hind and the Panther
Content with poverty, my soul I arm;
And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.
JOHN DRYDEN, Imitation of Horace
With how much ease believe we what we wish!
JOHN DRYDEN, Cleopatra
War seldom enters but where wealth allures.
JOHN DRYDEN, The Hind and the Panther
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 Tyrannic Love
To die for faction is a common evil,
But to be hanged for nonsense is the devil.
JOHN DRYDEN, Abaslom and Achitophel
I strongly wish, for what I faintly hope:
Like the daydreams of melancholy men,
I think and think on things impossible,
Yet love to wander in that golden maze.
JOHN DRYDEN, The Rival Ladies
See how the madman bleed! behold the gains
With which their master, Love, rewards their pains!
JOHN DRYDEN, Palamon and Arcite
But far more numerous was the herd of such,
Who think too little and who talk too much.
JOHN DRYDEN, Absalom and Achitophel
They would leave out the words, and fall to dancing.
The poetry of the foot takes most of late.
JOHN DRYDEN, The Rival Ladies
None but the brave deserves the fair.
JOHN DRYDEN, Alexander's Feast
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