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He invades authors like a monarch; and what would be theft in other poets is only victory in him.

John Dryden

But love’s a malady without a cure.
JOHN DRYDEN

Cure Love
The sooner you treat your son as a man, the sooner he will be one.
JOHN DRYDEN

Himself Man Son Treat
He was exhaled; his great Creator drew His spirit, as the sun the morning dew.
JOHN DRYDEN

Creation Dew Greatness Himself Morning Spirit
If passion rules, how weak does reason prove!
JOHN DRYDEN

Evidence Passion Reason Rule Weakness
We must beat the iron while it is hot, but we may polish it at leisure.
JOHN DRYDEN

Chance Hot Iron Leisure
Love is a passion Which kindles honor into noble acts.
JOHN DRYDEN

Act Honor Love Passion
The scum that rises upmost, when the nation boils.
JOHN DRYDEN

Boil Nature Rise
Be fair, or foul, or rain, or shine, The joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are mine. Not heaven itself upon the past has power; But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.
JOHN DRYDEN

Fair Fate Myself Possession Rain Shine Time
At home the hateful names of parties cease, And factious souls are wearied into peace.
JOHN DRYDEN

Hate Home Name Peace Soul
Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace.
JOHN DRYDEN

Grace Strength
Errors like straws upon the surface flow, Who would search for pearls to be grateful for often must dive below.
JOHN DRYDEN

Errors Flow Gratitude Surface
Among our crimes oblivion may be set.
JOHN DRYDEN

Crime Oblivion
So softly death succeeded life in her, She did but dream of heaven, and she was there.
JOHN DRYDEN

Death Dreams Heaven Herself Life Success
Old as I am, for ladies’ love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet.
JOHN DRYDEN

Myself Old Power Remember
Blown roses hold their sweetness to the last.
JOHN DRYDEN

Hold Last Sweet
No king nor nation one moment can retard the appointed hour.
JOHN DRYDEN

King Mad Moments Nation

He invades authors like a monarch; and what would be theft in other poets is only victory in him.

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