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• His tribe were God Almighty's gentlemen.
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Absalom and Achitophel, Part i, Line 645...
• Her wit was more than man, her innocence a child. -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Elegy on Mrs.
  Killegrew, Line 70...
• Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace.
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Epistle to Congreve, Line 19...
• So over violent, or over civil, That every man with him was God or Devil.
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Absalom and Achitophel, Part i, Line 557...
• Never was a patriot yet, but was a fool. -- John Dryden (1631-1700)
• Be kind to my remains; and oh defend, Against your judgment, your departed friend!
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Epistle to Congreve, Line 72...
• But Shadwell never deviates into sense. -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Mac Flecknoe, Line 20
• Beware the fury of a patient man.
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Absalom and Achitophel, Part i, Line 1005...
• Made 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 (1631-1700) -- Absalom and Achitophel, Part ii, Line 413...