Men are but children of a larger growth, Our appetites as apt to change as theirs, And full as craving too, and full as vain.
John DrydenRead
God never made his work for man to mend.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote suggests that the work of God is perfect and does not require human intervention or alteration.
John Dryden's quote implies that the creations and natural order set by God are inherently complete and perfect, emphasizing a belief in divine perfection and the idea that human efforts to change or improve upon what is already created can be futile. It reflects a philosophical viewpoint on the relationship between humanity and the divine, suggesting that humans should accept and admire God's work rather than attempt to 'mend' or alter it.
Themes
GodWorkPerfectionCreationDivine
In practice
Example use cases
This quote by John Dryden can be used in a discussion about the nature of existence and acceptance in philosophy classes.
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