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.

For every inch that is not fool is rogue.
-- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Absalom and Achitophel, Part ii, Line 463...
Great wits are sure to madness near allied, And thin partitions do their bounds divide.
-- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Absalom and Achitophel, Part i, Line 163...
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...
And heaven had wanted one immortal song.
-- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Absalom and Achitophel, Part i, Line 197...
Beware the fury of a patient man.
-- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Absalom and Achitophel, Part i, Line 1005...
His tribe were God Almighty's gentlemen.
-- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Absalom and Achitophel, Part i, Line 645...
Not only hating David, but the king.
-- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Absalom and Achitophel, Part i, Line 512...
Resolv'd to ruin or to rule the state.
-- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Absalom and Achitophel, Part i, Line 174...
But wild Ambition loves to slide, not stand, And Fortune's ice prefers to Virtue's land.
-- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Absalom and Achitophel, Part i, Line 198...