Great wits are sure to madness near allied, and thin partitions do their bounds divide.

Quote by John Dryden

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But love's a malady without a cure.

But love's a malady without a cure.

Ill habits gather unseen degrees, as brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.

Ill habits gather unseen degrees, as brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.

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.

They that possess the prince possess the laws.

They that possess the prince possess the laws.

Ill habits gather unseen degrees, as brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.

Ill habits gather unseen degrees, as brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.

Great wits are sure to madness near allied - And thin partitions do their bounds...

Great wits are sure to madness near allied - And thin partitions do their bounds...

Boldness is a mask for fear, however great.

Boldness is a mask for fear, however great.

Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; And every little absence is an...

Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; And every little absence is an...

Never was patriot yet, but was a fool.

Never was patriot yet, but was a fool.

The first is the law, the last prerogative.

The first is the law, the last prerogative.

And plenty makes us poor.

And plenty makes us poor.

Seek not to know what must not be reveal, for joy only flows where fate...

Seek not to know what must not be reveal, for joy only flows where fate...

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...

You see through love, and that deludes your sight, As what is straight seems crooked...

You see through love, and that deludes your sight, As what is straight seems crooked...

Honor is but an empty bubble.

Honor is but an empty bubble.

Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray; Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery...

Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray; Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery...

God never made his work for man to mend.

God never made his work for man to mend.

And love's the noblest frailty of the mind.

And love's the noblest frailty of the mind.

Every friend is to the other a sun, and a sunflower also. He attracts and...

Every friend is to the other a sun, and a sunflower also. He attracts and...

Omfort me with apples, for I am sick of love.

Omfort me with apples, for I am sick of love.