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“I am sore wounded but not slain
I will lay me down and bleed a while
And then rise up to fight again”
― John Dryden

“We first make our habits, then our habits make us.”
― John Dryden

“Bold knaves thrive without one grain of sense,
But good men starve for want of impudence.”
― John Dryden, The Poetical Works of John Dryden

“Great wits are to madness near allied
And thin partitions do their bounds divide.”
― John Dryden, Absalom and Achitophel

“There is a pleasure sure in being mad which none but madmen know.”
― Dryden

“Errors, like straws, upon the surface flow;
He who would search for pearls, must dive below.”
― John Dryden, All for Love

“Happy the man, and happy he alone, He who can call today his own: He who, secure within, can say, Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.”
― John Dryden

“Secret guilt is by silence revealed.”
― John Dryden

“But far more numerous was the herd of such,
Who think too little, and who talk too much.”
― John Dryden, Absalom and Achitophel

“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 possesst.”
― John Dryden, Aureng-Zebe

“Boldness is a mask for fear, however great.”
― John Dryden

“Let Fortune empty her whole quiver on me, I have a soul that, like an ample shield, Can take in all, and verge enough for more; Fate was not mine, nor am I Fate's: Souls know no conquerors.”
― Dryden

“For you may palm upon us new for old:
All, as they say, that glitters, is not gold.”
― John Dryden, The Hind And The Panther

“Must I at length the Sword of Justice draw?
Oh curst Effects of necessary Law!
How ill my Fear they by my Mercy scan,
Beware the Fury of a Patient Man.”
― John Dryden, Absalom and Achitophel

“Where'e're I go, my Soul shall stay with thee:
'Tis but my Shadow I take away...”
― John Dryden, King Arthur: or, the British worthy. A masque. As it is performed at the Theatre-Royal in Crow-street. Altered from Dryden. The music by Purcell. To ... Arthur: extracted from the best historians.