For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.

Quote by John Dryden

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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...

The fool of nature stood with stupid eyes And gaping mouth, that testified surprise

The fool of nature stood with stupid eyes And gaping mouth, that testified surprise

And plenty makes us poor.

And plenty makes us poor.

There's a proud modesty in merit; averse from asking, and resolved to pay ten times...

There's a proud modesty in merit; averse from asking, and resolved to pay ten times...

By viewing Nature, Nature's handmaid, art, makes mighty things from small beginnings grow.

By viewing Nature, Nature's handmaid, art, makes mighty things from small beginnings grow.

And love's the noblest frailty of the mind.

And love's the noblest frailty of the mind.

The intoxication of anger, like that of the grape, shows us to others, but hides...

The intoxication of anger, like that of the grape, shows us to others, but hides...

He who would search for pearls must dive below.

He who would search for pearls must dive below.

Love is not in our choice but in our fate.

Love is not in our choice but in our fate.

Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.

Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.

Confidence is the feeling we have before knowing all the facts

Confidence is the feeling we have before knowing all the facts

Every age has a kind of universal genius, which includes those that live in it...

Every age has a kind of universal genius, which includes those that live in it...

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.

Look around the inhabited world; how few know their own good, or knowing it, pursue.

Look around the inhabited world; how few know their own good, or knowing it, pursue.

Repentance is but want of power to sin.

Repentance is but want of power to sin.

Dancing is the poetry of the foot.

Dancing is the poetry of the foot.

Happy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own; he...

Happy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own; he...

Never was patriot yet, but was a fool.

Never was patriot yet, but was a fool.

Foolish men imagine that because judgement for an evil thing is delayed, there is no...

Foolish men imagine that because judgement for an evil thing is delayed, there is no...

Beauty and folly are old companions.

Beauty and folly are old companions.