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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).
John Dryden · Geburtsdatum · Sterbedatum
John Dryden wäre heute 392 Jahre, 8 Monate, 16 Tage oder 143.435 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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A knock-down argument; 'tis but a word and a blow.
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A man may be capable, as Jack Ketch's wife said of his servant, of a plain piece of work, a bare hanging; but to make a malefactor die sweetly was only belonging to her husband.
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A man so various that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome. Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong; Was everythingby starts, and nothing long: But, in the course of one revolving moon, Was chemist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon.
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A thing well said will be wit in all languages.
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A very merry, dancing, drinking, Laughing, quaffing, and unthinking time.
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A virgin-widow, and a mourning bride.
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All delays are dangerous in war.
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All empire is no more than power in trust.
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All flowers will droop in absences of the sun that waked their sweets.
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All heiresses are beautiful.
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All human things are subject to decay, And, when fate summons, monarchs must obey.
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All, all of a piece throughout; Thy chase had a beast in view; Thy wars brought nothing about; Thy lovers were all untrue. 'Tis well an old age is out, And time to begin a new.
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An horrid stillness first invades the ear, And in that silence we the tempest fear.
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And Antony, who lost the world for love.
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And doomed to death, though fated not to die.
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And he, who servilely creeps after sense, Is safe, but ne'er will reach an excellence.
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And love's the noblest frailty of the mind.
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And plenty makes us poor.
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And this unpolished rugged verse I chose As fittest for discourse and nearest prose.
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And, dying, bless the hand that gave the blow.