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.

Quote by John Dryden

Topics: John Dryden Quotes

Dancing is the poetry of the foot.

Dancing is the poetry of the foot.

Confidence is the feeling we have before knowing all the facts

Confidence is the feeling we have before knowing all the facts

Forgiveness to the injured does belong; but they ne'er pardon who have done wrong.

Forgiveness to the injured does belong; but they ne'er pardon who have done wrong.

Even victors are by victories undone.

Even victors are by victories undone.

Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.

Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.

Go miser go, for money sell your soul. Trade wares for wares and trudge from...

Go miser go, for money sell your soul. Trade wares for wares and trudge from...

He [Shakespeare] was the man who of all modern, and perhaps ancient poets, had the...

He [Shakespeare] was the man who of all modern, and perhaps ancient poets, had the...

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

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

Bold knaves thrive without one grain of sense, but good men starve for want of...

Bold knaves thrive without one grain of sense, but good men starve for want of...

Time, place, and action may with pains be wrought, But Genius must be born; and...

Time, place, and action may with pains be wrought, But Genius must be born; and...

For truth has such a face and such a mien, as to be loved needs...

For truth has such a face and such a mien, as to be loved needs...

Even victors are by victory undone

Even victors are by victory undone

Words are but pictures of our thoughts.

Words are but pictures of our thoughts.

Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.

Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.

Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections. For love which hath...

Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections. For love which hath...

Never was patriot yet, but was a fool.

Never was patriot yet, but was a fool.

Repentance is but want of power to sin.

Repentance is but want of power to sin.

Love thou the rose, yet leave it on its stem.

Love thou the rose, yet leave it on its stem.

The people people have for friends You common sense appall But the people people marry...

The people people have for friends You common sense appall But the people people marry...

Power corrupts. Absolute power is kind of neat.

Power corrupts. Absolute power is kind of neat.