Earth has no fury like love to hatred turn'd
Nor hell a fury like a woman scorn'd
Errors, like straws, upon the surface flow;
He who would search for pearls, must dive below.
But far more numerous was the herd of such,
Who think too little, and who talk too much.
I strongly wish for what I faintly hope; like the daydreams of melancholy men, I think and think in things impossible, yet love to wander in that golden maze.
John DrydenThose who write ill, and they who ne'er durst write,
Turn critics out of mere revenge and spite.
When I consider Life, 'tis all a cheat;
Yet, fooled with hope, men favour the deceit;
Trust on, and think to-morrow will repay:
To-morrow's falser than the former day;
Lies worse; and while it says, we shall be blest
With some new joys, cuts off what we possesst.
Mots clés life lies scam j-m-porup tags-dryden
Roused by the lash of his own stubborn tail, Our lion now will foreign foes assail.
John DrydenMots clés war
Order is the greatest grace
John DrydenWhatever is, is in its causes just;
But purblind man
Sees but a part o' th' chain; the nearest link;
His eyes not carrying to that equal beam
That poises all above.
Mots clés fate
If others in the same Glass better see
'Tis for Themselves they look, but not for me:
For my Salvation must its Doom receive
Not from what others, but what I believe.
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