Over 40,000 Famous Quotes Sorted By Topic and Author
For those whom God to ruin has designed He fits for fate, and first destroys their mind. Topic: Insanity
Author: John Dryden
There is a pleasure, sure, In being mad, which none but madmen know! Topic: Insanity
Author: John Dryden
Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. Topic: Insanity
Author: John Dryden
Then hasten to be drunk, the business of the day. Topic: Intemperance
Author: John Dryden
Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul. Topic: Jealousy
Author: John Dryden
Joy rul'd the day, and Love the night. Topic: Joy
Author: John Dryden
Joy in looking and comprehending is nature's most beautiful gift. Topic: Joy
Author: John Dryden
Who climbs the grammar-tree, distinctly knows Where noun, and verb, and participle grows. Topic: Language
Author: John Dryden
The love of liberty with life is given, And life itself the inferior gift of Heaven. Topic: Liberty
Author: John Dryden
When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered snow, They melted as they fell. Topic: Love
Author: John Dryden
And nobler is a limited command, Given by the love of all your native land, Than a successive title, long and dark, Drawn from the mouldy rolls of Noah's Ark. Topic: Love of Country
Author: John Dryden
He made all countries where he came his own. Topic: Love of Country
Author: John Dryden
Some truth there was, but dash'd and brew'd with lies, To please the fools, and puzzle all the wise. Topic: Lying
Author: John Dryden
Better to hunt in fields for health unbought, Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught. The wise for cure on exercise depend; God never made his work for man to mend. Topic: Medicine
Author: John Dryden
So liv'd our sires, ere doctors learn'd to kill, And multiplied with theirs the weekly bill. Topic: Medicine
Author: John Dryden
There's a proud modesty in merit; averse from asking, and resolved to pay ten times the gifts it asks. Topic: Merit
Author: John Dryden
A very merry, dancing, drinking, Laughing, quaffing, and unthinking time. Topic: Merriment
Author: John Dryden
Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen, Fallen from his high estate, And welt'ring in his blood; Deserted at his utmost need, By those his former bounty fed; On the bare earth expos'd he lies, With not a friend to close his eyes.