What did John Dryden mean by: He was exhaled; his great Creator drew His spirit, as the sun the morning dew. - John Dryden Poet · England Copy
+ Time glides with undiscover’d haste; The future but a length behind the past. Feraz Zeid, January 11, 2024January 11, 2024, John Dryden, Haste, Length, Past, 0 - John Dryden Poet · England
+ But Shakespeare’s magic could not copied be; Within that circle none durst walk but he. Feraz Zeid, January 11, 2024January 11, 2024, John Dryden, Circles, Magic, Walks, 0 - John Dryden Poet · England
+ Great wits are sure to madness near allied, and thin partitions do their bounds divide. Feraz Zeid, January 11, 2024January 11, 2024, John Dryden, Literature, Madness, Wit, 0 - John Dryden Poet · England
+ Ill writers are usually the sharpest censors. Feraz Zeid, July 17, 2023December 12, 2023, John Dryden, Criticism, Ill, 0 - John Dryden Poet · England
+ When bounteous autumn rears her head, he joys to pull the ripened pear. Feraz Zeid, January 11, 2024January 11, 2024, John Dryden, Autumn, Joy, 0 - John Dryden Poet · England
+ None are so busy as the fool and the knave. Feraz Zeid, July 29, 2023December 12, 2023, John Dryden, Busy, Fool, 0 - John Dryden Poet · England
+ For they can conquer who believe they can. Feraz Zeid, September 26, 2023December 26, 2023, John Dryden, Believe, Confidence, 0 - John Dryden Poet · England
+ Wit will shine Through the harsh cadence of a rugged line. Feraz Zeid, October 6, 2023December 26, 2023, John Dryden, Shining, 0 - John Dryden Poet · England
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. - Jean Cocteau Artist · France
After the writer’s death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter. - Jean Cocteau Artist · France
The Art of Vermeer must have been there on the morning of creation. - Frederick Sommer Photographer · USA
If some persons died, and others did not die, death would be a terrible affliction. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
Death never takes the wise man by surprise, he is always ready to go. - Jean de La Fontaine Poet · France
I’m not afraid of death. It’s the stake one puts up in order to play the game of life. - Jean Giraudoux Playwright · France
Death is the next step after the pension-it’s perpetual retirement without pay. - Jean Giraudoux Playwright · France
Death holds no horrors. It is simply the ultimate horror of life. - Jean Giraudoux Playwright · France
