02c. 1666 ADAnd threat'ning France, plac'd like a painted Jove, Kept idle thunder in his lifted hand.John Dryden / quote ↗
03c. 1666 ADWhate'er he did was done with so much ease, In him alone 't was natural to please.John Dryden / quote ↗
04c. 1666 ADA fiery soul, which, working out its way, Fretted the pygmy-body to decay, And o'er-inform'd the tenement of clay. A daring pilot in extremity; Pleas'd with the danger, when the waves went high He sought the storms.John Dryden / quote ↗
05c. 1666 ADGreat wits are sure to madness near allied, And thin partitions do their bounds divide.John Dryden / quote ↗
06c. 1666 ADAnd all to leave what with his toil he won To that unfeather'd two-legged thing, a son.John Dryden / quote ↗
09c. 1666 ADBut wild Ambition loves to slide, not stand, And Fortune's ice prefers to Virtue's land.John Dryden / quote ↗
10c. 1666 ADThe people's prayer, the glad diviner's theme, The young men's vision, and the old men's dream!John Dryden / quote ↗
11c. 1666 ADBehold him setting in his western skies, The shadows lengthening as the vapours rise.John Dryden / quote ↗
12c. 1666 ADThan a successive title long and dark, Drawn from the mouldy rolls of Noah's ark.John Dryden / quote ↗
15c. 1666 ADA man so various, that he seem'd to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome; Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts, and nothing long; But in the course of one revolving moon Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon.John Dryden / quote ↗
16c. 1666 ADSo over violent, or over civil, That every man with him was God or Devil.John Dryden / quote ↗
18c. 1666 ADHim of the western dome, whose weighty sense Flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence.John Dryden / quote ↗
20c. 1666 ADMade still a blund'ring kind of melody; Spurr'd boldly on, and dashed through thick and thin, Through sense and nonsense, never out nor in.John Dryden / quote ↗
22c. 1666 ADMen met each other with erected look, The steps were higher that they took; Friends to congratulate their friends made haste, And long inveterate foes saluted as they pass'd.John Dryden / quote ↗
23c. 1666 ADFor truth has such a face and such a mien, As to be lov'd needs only to be seen.John Dryden / quote ↗
