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• The world knows nothing of its greatest men. -- Sir Henry Taylor (1800-?
  ) -- Philip Van Artevelde, Part i, Act i, Sc. 5...
• An unreflected light did never yet Dazzle the vision feminine.
  -- Sir Henry Taylor (1800-?) -- Philip Van Artevelde, Part i, Act i, Sc. 5...
• We figure to ourselves The thing we like; and then we build it up
  As chance will have it, on the rock or sand,-- For thought is tired of wandering o'er the world, And homebound Fancy runs her bark ashore....
• Such souls, Whose sudden visitations daze the world, Vanish like lightning, but they leave behind A voice that in the distance far away Wakens the slumbering ages.
  -- Sir Henry Taylor (1800-?) -- Philip Van Artevelde, Part i, Act i, Sc. 7...
• Nor time nor place Did then adhere. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc. 7
• Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan, Sorrow calls no time that 's gone
  Violets plucked, the sweetest rain Makes not fresh nor grow again....
• The time is out of joint: O cursed spite, That ever I was born to set it right!
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i, Sc. 5...
• The Poet Whose Badness Saved His Life The most important poet in the seventeenth century was George Wither.
  Alexander Pope called him "wretched Wither" and Dryden said of his verse that "if they rhymed and rattled all was well"....
• I was promised on a time To have reason for my rhyme
  From that time unto this season, I received nor rhyme nor reason....