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O Gracious God! How Far Have We Profan'd Thy Heavenly Gift Of Poesy!
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O gracious God! how far have we
Profan'd thy heavenly gift of poesy!
-- John Dryden (1631-1700)
-- Elegy on Mrs. Killegrew, Line 56
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Her wit was more than man, her innocence a child. -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Elegy on Mrs.
Killegrew, Line 70...
Since heaven's eternal year is thine. -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Elegy on Mrs.
Killegrew, Line 15...
Tomorrow, do thy worst, for I have lived today. -- John Dryde
Him of the western dome, whose weighty sense Flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence.
-- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Absalom and Achitophel, Part i, Line 868...
Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate, Beneath the good how far,--but far above the great.
-- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- The Progress of Poesy, III, Line 16...
Accurst ambition, how dearly I have bought you. -- John Dryde
His tribe were God Almighty's gentlemen.
-- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Absalom and Achitophel, Part i, Line 645...
Happy the man, and happy he alone, He who can call to-day his ow
He who, secure within, can say, To-morrow, do thy worst, for I have liv'd to-day....
When beauty fires the blood, how love exalts the mind!
-- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Cymon and Iphigenia, Line 41...