John Dryden Quotes

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

Errors, like straws, upon the surface flow; He who would search for pearls, must dive below.

Repentance is but want of power to sin.

Must I at length the Sword of Justice draw?Oh curst Effects of necessary Law!How ill my Fear they by my Mercy scan,Beware the Fury of a Patient Man.

Stiff in opinion always in the wrong.

Tis Fate that flings the dice,And as she flingsOf kings makes peasants,And of peasants kings.

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

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

Every inch that is not fool is rogue.

They conquer who believe they can.

Let Fortune empty her whole quiver on me, I have a soul that, like an ample shield, Can take in all, and verge enough for more; Fate was not mine, nor am I Fate's: Souls know no conquerors.