Zitate von John Dryden
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Dichter, Literaturkritiker, Dramatiker, Vertreter des englischen Klassizismus, "Absalom and Achitophel", "Marriage à la mode", "The Hind and the Panther" (England, 1631 - 1700).
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John Dryden wäre heute 393 Jahre, 7 Monate, 25 Tage oder 143.778 Tage alt.
Geboren am 09.08.1631 in Aldwincle
Gestorben am 01.05.1700 in London
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Weitere 181 Zitate von John Dryden
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I strongly wish for what I faintly hope: Like the day-dreams of melancholy men, I think and think on things impossible, Yet love to wander in that golden maze.
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If by the people you understand the multitude, the hoi polloi, 'tis no matter what they think; they are sometimes in the right, sometimes in the wrong: their judgement is a mere lottery.
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In friendship false, implacable in hate: Resolved to ruin or to rule the state.
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In pious times, ere priestcraft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin.
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In squandering wealth was his peculiar art: Nothing went unrewarded, but desert. Beggared by fools, whom still he found too late: He had his jest, and they had his estate.
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It is a madness to make Fortune the mistress of events, because in herself she is nothing, but is ruled by Prudence.
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Joy ruled the day, and Love the night.
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Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown: He raised a mortal to the skies; She drew an angel down.
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Look around the habitable world, how few Know their own good, or knowing it, pursue.
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Love is a passion Which kindles honor into noble acts.
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Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age.
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Men are but children of a larger growth; Our appetites as apt to change as theirs, And full as craving too, and full as vain.
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Much malice mingled with a little wit Perhaps may censure this mysterious writ.
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Mute and magnificent, without a tear.
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My love's a noble madness.
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My manhood, long misled by wandering fires, Followed false lights; and when their glimpse was gone My pride struck out new sparkles of her own . . . Good life be now my task: my doubts are done; (What more could fright my faith than Three in One?).
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Never was patriot yet, but was a fool.
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None would live past years again, Yet all hope pleasure in what yet remain; And, from the dregs of life, think to receive, What the first sprightly running could not give.
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Not Heaven itself upon the past has power; But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.
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Of seeming arms to make a short essay, Then hasten to be drunk, the business of the day.