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But Shakespeare’s magic could not copied be; Within that circle none durst walk but he.

John Dryden

At home the hateful names of parties cease, And factious souls are wearied into peace.
JOHN DRYDEN

Hate Home Name Peace Soul
By education most have been misled; So they believe, because they were bred. The priest continues where the nurse began, And thus the child imposes on the man.
JOHN DRYDEN

Believe Children Direction Education Lost Man
None are so busy as the fool and the knave.
JOHN DRYDEN

Busy Fools
Satire among the Romans, but not among the Greeks, was a bitter invective poem.
JOHN DRYDEN

Bitter Poem Satire
No king nor nation one moment can retard the appointed hour.
JOHN DRYDEN

King Mad Moments Nation
Old as I am, for ladies’ love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet.
JOHN DRYDEN

Myself Old Power Remember
Good sense and good-nature are never separated, though the ignorant world has thought otherwise. Good-nature, by which I mean beneficence and candor, is the product of right reason.
JOHN DRYDEN

Goodness Ignorance Nature Reason Right World
Three poets, in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn. The first in loftiness of thought surpass’d; The next, in majesty; in both the last. The force of Nature could no further go; To make a third, she join’d the former two.
JOHN DRYDEN

Age Distant Force Herself Nature Poet
He who would pry behind the scenes oft sees a counterfeit.
JOHN DRYDEN

Himself Scene
They live too long who happiness outlive.
JOHN DRYDEN

Happiness Live
He has not learned the first lesson of life who does not every day surmount a fear.
JOHN DRYDEN

Fear Learning Lesson
I saw myself the lambent easy light Gild the brown horror, and dispel the night.
JOHN DRYDEN

Brown Easy Light Night
Lucky men are favorites of Heaven.
JOHN DRYDEN

Favorite Heaven Man
The love of liberty with life is given, And life itself the inferior gift of Heaven.
JOHN DRYDEN

Gift Heaven Liberty Life Love
For age but tastes of pleasures youth devours.
JOHN DRYDEN

Age Devour Pleasure Taste Youth
War is the trade of kings.
JOHN DRYDEN

King One Liner Trade War

But Shakespeare’s magic could not copied be; Within that circle none durst walk but he.

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