John Dryden Sweet Quotations

How happy the lover, How easy his chain, How pleasing his pain, How sweet to discover He sighs not in vain.

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!

For thee, sweet month; the groves green liveries wear. If not the first, the fairest of the year; For thee the Graces lead the dancing hours, And Nature's ready pencil paints the flowers. When thy short reign is past, the feverish sun The sultry tropic fears, and moves more slowly on.

Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure,- Sweet is pleasure after pain.

Softly sweet, in Lydian measures, Soon he sooth'd his soul to pleasures. War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honour but an empty bubble; Never ending, still beginning, Fighting still, and still destroying. If all the world be worth the winning, Think, oh think it worth enjoying: Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee.

Love taught him shame, and shame with love at strife Soon taught the sweet civilities of life.

If you have lived, take thankfully the past. Make, as you can, the sweet remembrance last.

Sweet is pleasure after pain.

Blown roses hold their sweetness to the last.

All flowers will droop in the absence of the sun that waked their sweets.

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.