What did John Dryden mean by: Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is with thoughts of what may be. - John Dryden Poet · England Copy
+ But dying is a pleasure / When living is a pain. Feraz Zeid, August 11, 2023December 12, 2023, John Dryden, Dying, Pain, Pleasure, 0 - John Dryden Poet · England
+ When Misfortune is asleep, let no one wake her. Feraz Zeid, September 28, 2023December 26, 2023, John Dryden, Misfortunes, 0 - John Dryden Poet · England
+ When I consider life, it is all a cheat. Yet fooled with hope, people favor this deceit. Feraz Zeid, January 11, 2024January 11, 2024, John Dryden, Cheating, 0 - John Dryden Poet · England
+ Men are but children of a larger growth. Feraz Zeid, July 23, 2023December 12, 2023, John Dryden, Children, Growth, 0 - John Dryden Poet · England
+ The perverseness of my fate is such that he’s not mine because he’s mine too much. Feraz Zeid, January 11, 2024January 11, 2024, John Dryden, Fate, Mines, 0 - John Dryden Poet · England
+ Forgiveness to the injured does belong; but they ne’er pardon who have done wrong. Feraz Zeid, January 11, 2024January 11, 2024, John Dryden, Forgiveness, 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
+ Virgil and Horace [were] the severest writers of the severest age. Feraz Zeid, January 11, 2024January 11, 2024, John Dryden, Age, 0 - John Dryden Poet · England
Don’t wait to be happy to laugh… You may die and never have laughed. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
We should laugh before being happy, for fear of dying without having laughed. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
Sadness flies on the wings of the morning, and out of the heart of darkness comes the light. - Jean Giraudoux Playwright · France
At the height of laughter, the universe is flung into a kaleidoscope of new possibilities. - Jean Houston Scholar
What makes old age so sad is, not that our joys, but that our hopes then cease. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
Joy descends gently upon us like the evening dew, and does not patter down like a hailstorm. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
