What did John Dryden mean by: Like pilgrims to th’ appointed place we tend; The World’s an Inn, and Death the journey’s end. - John Dryden Poet · England Copy
+ Not Heav’n itself upon the past has pow’r; But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour. Feraz Zeid, January 11, 2024January 11, 2024, John Dryden, Hours, Past, 0 - John Dryden Poet · England
+ All flowers will droop in the absence of the sun that waked their sweets. Feraz Zeid, January 11, 2024January 11, 2024, John Dryden, Flower, Sun, Sweet, 0 - John Dryden Poet · England
+ The good we have enjoyed from Heaven’s free will, and shall we murmur to endure the ill? Feraz Zeid, January 11, 2024January 11, 2024, John Dryden, Endure, Free Will, Heaven, 0 - John Dryden Poet · England
+ For danger levels man and brute And all are fellows in their need. Feraz Zeid, January 11, 2024January 11, 2024, John Dryden, Levels, 0 - John Dryden Poet · England
+ For all the happiness mankind can gain Is not in pleasure, but in rest from pain. Feraz Zeid, January 11, 2024January 11, 2024, John Dryden, Gains, Happiness, Pain, 0 - John Dryden Poet · England
+ Nor is the people’s judgment always true: the most may err as grossly as the few. Feraz Zeid, January 11, 2024January 11, 2024, John Dryden, Democracies Have, Freedom, 0 - John Dryden Poet · England
+ All things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey. Feraz Zeid, January 11, 2024January 11, 2024, John Dryden, Death, Decay, Fate, 0 - John Dryden Poet · England
+ It’s a hard world, neighbors, if a man’s oath must be his master. Feraz Zeid, January 11, 2024January 11, 2024, John Dryden, Neighbor, 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
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
