Quotes by : John Dryden

…So when the last and dreadful hourThis crumbling pageant shall devour,The trumpet shall be heard on....

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

War he sung is toil and trouble Honour but an empty bubble.

None are so busy as the fool and knave.

His tribe were God Almighty's gentlemen.

Friendship of itself a holy tie is made more sacred by adversity.

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

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

When I consider life, 't is all a cheat.Yet fool'd 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,....