John Dryden Quotations | Page 4

For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.

Ill habits gather unseen degrees, as brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.

Pity only on fresh objects stays, but with the tedious sight of woes decays.

While I am compassed round With mirth, my soul lies hid in shades of grief, Whence, like the bird of night, with half-shut eyes, She peeps, and sickens at the sight of day.

Repartee is the soul of conversation.

A knock-down argument; 'tis but a word and a blow.

Go miser go, for money sell your soul. Trade wares for wares and trudge from pole to pole, So others may say when you are dead and gone. See what a vast estate he left his son.

Time and death shall depart and say in flying Love has found out a way to live, by dying.

The World to Bacon does not only owe it's present knowledge, but its future too.

Thou tyrant, tyrant Jealousy, Thou tyrant of the mind!