Never was patriot yet, but was a fool.

Quote by John Dryden

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He who would search for pearls must dive below.

He who would search for pearls must dive below.

To die is landing on some distant shore.

To die is landing on some distant shore.

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...

War is the trade of Kings.

War is the trade of Kings.

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...

All heiresses are beautiful.

All heiresses are beautiful.

Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure

Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure

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

Look round the habitable world, how few Know their own good, or, knowing it, pursue!

Look round the habitable world, how few Know their own good, or, knowing it, pursue!

Errors like straws upon the surface flow: Who would search for pearls must dive below

Errors like straws upon the surface flow: Who would search for pearls must dive below

Shame on the body for breaking down while the spirit perseveres.

Shame on the body for breaking down while the spirit perseveres.

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.

Roused by the lash of his own stubborn tail our lion now will foreign foes...

Roused by the lash of his own stubborn tail our lion now will foreign foes...

For they conquer who believe they can.

For they conquer who believe they can.

Even victors are by victory undone

Even victors are by victory undone

War, he sung, is toil and trouble; honour but an empty bubble.

War, he sung, is toil and trouble; honour but an empty bubble.

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...

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...

In the age of acorns, before the times of Ceres, a single barley-corn had been...

In the age of acorns, before the times of Ceres, a single barley-corn had been...

Not just in commerce but in the world of ideas too our age is putting...

Not just in commerce but in the world of ideas too our age is putting...

A theory may be so rich in descriptive possibilities that it can be made to...

A theory may be so rich in descriptive possibilities that it can be made to...