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

Quote by John Dryden

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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...

And love's the noblest frailty of the mind.

And love's the noblest frailty of the mind.

If you be pungent, be brief; for it is with words as with sunbeams -...

If you be pungent, be brief; for it is with words as with sunbeams -...

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.

He loved me well: so well he could but die - To show he loved...

He loved me well: so well he could but die - To show he loved...

He who would search for pearls must dive below.

He who would search for pearls must dive below.

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

Even victors are by victory undone

Even victors are by victory undone

Criticism, as it was first instituted by Aristotle, was meant as a standard of judging...

Criticism, as it was first instituted by Aristotle, was meant as a standard of judging...

Confidence is the feeling we have before knowing all the facts

Confidence is the feeling we have before knowing all the facts

Repentance is but want of power to sin.

Repentance is but want of power to sin.

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.

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.

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...

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

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

Fool that I was, upon my eagle's wings I bore this wren, till I was...

Fool that I was, upon my eagle's wings I bore this wren, till I was...

A knock-down argument; 'tis but a word and a blow.

A knock-down argument; 'tis but a word and a blow.

We first make our habits, and then our habits make us.

We first make our habits, and then our habits make us.