Top 505 quotes by John Dryden

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Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.
John Dryden

John Dryden, Samuel Johnson (1822). “The Poems of John Dryden”

Soul , Jealousy , Jaundice

…So when the last and dreadful hour This crumbling pageant shall devour, The trumpet shall be heard on high, The dead shall live, the living die, And Music shall untune the sky
John Dryden

'A Song for St Cecilia's Day' (1687) 'Grand Chorus'

Lasts , Sky , Crumbling

He with a graceful pride, While his rider every hand survey'd, Sprung loose, and flew into an escapade; Not moving forward, yet with every bound Pressing, and seeming still to quit his ground.
John Dryden

Moving , Horse , Pride

He with a graceful pride, While his rider every hand survey'd, Sprung loose, and flew into an escapade; Not moving forward, yet with every bound Pressing, and seeming still to quit his ground.
John Dryden

Moving , Horse , Pride

When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered snow, They melted as they fell.
John Dryden

John Dryden (1808). “The Works of John Dryden: Now First Collected in Eighteen Volumes. Illustrated with Notes, Historical, Critical, and Explanatory, and a Life of the Author”, p.407

Love , Used , Snow

Thou spring'st a leak already in thy crown, A flaw is in thy ill-bak'd vessel found; 'Tis hollow, and returns a jarring sound, Yet thy moist clay is pliant to command, Unwrought, and easy to the potter's hand: Now take the mould; now bend thy mind to feel The first sharp motions of the forming wheel.
John Dryden

John Dryden (1866). “Poetical Works: With a Memoir”, p.186

Hands , Mind , Spring