Sir John Denham (1615 – March 10, 1669), poet, son of the Chief Baron of Exchequer in Ireland, was born in Dublin, and educated at Trinity College, Oxford and at Lincoln's Inn in London.
- Actions o' th' last age are like almanacks o' th' last year.
- The Sophy: A Tragedy, Act I, scene ii (1642).
- Ambition is like love, impatient
Both of delays and rivals.
- The Sophy: A Tragedy, Act I, scene ii.
- Such is our pride, our folly, or our fate,
That few but such as cannot write, translate.
- To Sir Richard Fanshaw, Upon his Translation of Pastor Fido, line 1 (1648).
- Nor ought a genius less than his that writ
- To Sir Richard Fanshaw, Upon his Translation of Pastor Fido, line 9.
- Books should to one of these four ends conduce,
For wisdom, piety, delight, or use.
- Of Prudence, line 83 (1668).
- Youth, what man's age is like to be doth show,
We may our ends by our beginnings know.
- Of Prudence, line 225.
- Search not to find what lies too deeply hid,
Nor to know things, whose knowledge is forbid.
- Of Prudence, line 231.
- Though with those streams he no resemblance hold,
Whose foam is amber and their gravel gold;
His genuine and less guilty wealth t' explore,
Search not his bottom, but survey his shore.
- Cooper's Hill, Line 165.
- Oh, could I flow like thee, and make thy stream
My great example, as it is my theme!
Though deep, yet clear; though gentle, yet not dull;
Strong without rage; without o'erflowing, full.
- Cooper's Hill, Line 189.
- But whither am I strayed? I need not raise
Trophies to thee from other men's dispraise;
Nor is thy fame on lesser ruins built;
Nor needs thy juster title the foul guilt
Of Eastern kings, who, to secure their reign,
Must have their brothers, sons, and kindred slain.
- On Mr. John Fletcher's Works. Compare: "Poets are sultans, if they had their will; For every author would his brother kill", Roger Boyle, 1st Earl of Orrery, Prologues (republished in Dramatic Works, 1739); "Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne", Alexander Pope, Prologue to the Satires, line 197.