While I am compassed round With mirth, my soul lies hid in shades of grief, Whence, like the bird of night, with half-shut eyes, She peeps, and sickens at the sight of day.
JOHN DRYDEN- I saw myself the lambent easy light Gild the brown horror, and dispel the night.
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I saw myself the lambent easy light Gild the brown horror, and dispel the night.
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While I am compassed round With mirth, my soul lies hid in shades of grief, Whence, like the bird of night, with half-shut eyes, She peeps, and sickens at the sight of day.
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Treason is greatest where trust is greatest.
JOHN DRYDENTreason is greatest where trust is greatest.
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He was exhaled; his great Creator drew His spirit, as the sun the morning dew.
JOHN DRYDENHe was exhaled; his great Creator drew His spirit, as the sun the morning dew.
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Our vows are heard betimes! and Heaven takes care To grant, before we can conclude the prayer: Preventing angels met it half the way, And sent us back to praise, who came to pray.
JOHN DRYDENOur vows are heard betimes! and Heaven takes care To grant, before we can conclude the prayer: Preventing angels met it half the way, And sent us back to praise, who came to pray.
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I saw myself the lambent easy light Gild the brown horror, and dispel the night.
JOHN DRYDENI saw myself the lambent easy light Gild the brown horror, and dispel the night.
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He who trusts secrets to a servant makes him his master.
JOHN DRYDENHe who trusts secrets to a servant makes him his master.
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Ill habits gather unseen degrees, as brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.
JOHN DRYDENIll habits gather unseen degrees, as brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.
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An hour will come, with pleasure to relate Your sorrows past, as benefits of Fate.
JOHN DRYDENAn hour will come, with pleasure to relate Your sorrows past, as benefits of Fate.
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For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.
JOHN DRYDENFor Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.
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What, start at this! when sixty years have spread. Their grey experience o’er thy hoary head? Is this the all observing age could gain? Or hast thou known the world so long in vain?
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For all the happiness mankind can gain Is not in pleasure, but in rest from pain.
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The thought of being nothing after death is a burden insupportable to a virtuous man.
JOHN DRYDENThe thought of being nothing after death is a burden insupportable to a virtuous man.
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What passion cannot music raise and quell!
JOHN DRYDENWhat passion cannot music raise and quell!
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Our souls sit close and silently within, And their own web from their own entrails spin; And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such, That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch.
JOHN DRYDENOur souls sit close and silently within, And their own web from their own entrails spin; And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such, That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch.
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We by art unteach what Nature taught.
JOHN DRYDENWe by art unteach what Nature taught.
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Truth is the foundation of all knowledge and the cement of all societies.
JOHN DRYDENTruth is the foundation of all knowledge and the cement of all societies.
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