A Quote by John Dryden

When a man's life is under debate,
The judge can ne'er too long deliberate. — © John Dryden
When a man's life is under debate, The judge can ne'er too long deliberate.
Wouldst thou wisely, and with pleasure, Pass the days of life's short measure, From the slow one counsel take, But a tool of him ne'er make; Ne'er as friend the swift one know, Nor the constant one as foe.
A little too wise, they say, do ne'er live long.
Such night in England ne'er had been, nor ne'er again shall be.
Alas! the praise given to the ear Ne'er was nor ne'er can be sincere.
I ne'er could any lustre see In eyes that would not look on me; I ne'er saw nectar on a lip But where my own did hope to sip.
Who ne'er his bread in sorrow ate, Who ne'er the mournful midnight hours Weeping upon his bed has sate, He knows you not, ye Heavenly Powers.
Ne'er to meet, or ne'er to part, is peace.
Tis strange the miser should his cares employTo gain those riches he can ne'er enjoy;Is it less strange the prodigal should wasteHis wealth to purchase what he ne'er can taste?
Here's that which is too weak to be a sinner, honest water, which ne'er left man i' the mire.
But in the hero ne'er forget the man.
But there are wanderers o'er Eternity Whose bark drives on and on, and anchor'd ne'er shall be.
Let a man be ne'er so wise, he may be caught with sober lies.
O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fall Frightful, sheer, no-man-fathomed. Hold them cheap May who ne'er hung there. Nor does long our small Durance deal with that steep or deep.
Dance on, dance on, we see, we see Youth goes, alack, and with it glee, A boy the old man ne'er can be; Maternal thirty scarce can find The sweet sixteen long left behind.
Here Shock, the pride of all his kind, is laid, Who fawned like man, but ne'er like man betrayed.
A foe to God ne'er was true friend to man, Some sinister intent taints all he does.
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