Quotes by : John Dryden

Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is with thoughts of what may be.

Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.

Those who write ill, and they who ne'er durst write,Turn critics out of mere revenge and spite.

For you may palm upon us new for old:All, as they say, that glitters, is not gold.

But far more numerous was the herd of stfch Who think too little and who talk too much.

None are so busy as the fool and knave.

Stiff in opinion always in the wrong.

When I consider life, 't is all a cheat.Yet fool'd with hope, men favour the deceit;Trust on, and think....

When I consider Life, 'tis all a cheat;Yet, fooled with hope, men favour the deceit;Trust on, and think....

Let Fortune empty her whole quiver on me, I have a soul that, like an ample shield, Can take in all,....