Fool that I was, upon my eagle’s wings I bore this wren, till I was tired with soaring, and now he mounts above me. – John Dryden
By education most have been misled; So they believe, because they were bred. The priest continues where the nurse began, And thus the child imposes on the man. – John Dryden
But far more numerous was the herd of such, Who think too little, and who talk too much. – John Dryden
Seek not to know what must not be reveal, for joy only flows where fate is most concealed. A busy person would find their sorrows much more; if future fortunes were known before! – John Dryden
It is madness to make fortune the mistress of events, because by herself she is nothing and is ruled by prudence. – John Dryden
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
Great wits are sure to madness near allied, and thin partitions do their bounds divide. – John Dryden
Anger will never disappear so long as thoughts of resentment are cherished in the mind. Anger will disappear just as soon as thoughts of resentment are forgotten. – John Dryden
Time, place, and action may with pains be wrought, but genius must be born; and never can be taught. – John Dryden
The intoxication of anger, like that of the grape, shows us to others, but hides us from ourselves. – John Dryden
