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• Her wit was more than man, her innocence a child. -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Elegy on Mrs.
  Killegrew, Line 70...
• O gracious God! how far have we Profan'd thy heavenly gift of poesy!
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Elegy on Mrs. Killegrew, Line 56...
• Wit will shine Through the harsh cadence of a rugged line.
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- To the Memory of Mr. Oldham, Line 15...
• None but the brave deserves the fair. -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Alexander's Feast, Line 15
• And heaven had wanted one immortal song.
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Absalom and Achitophel, Part i, Line 197...
• Nor can his blessed soul look down from heaven, Or break the eternal sabbath of his rest.
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- The Spanish Friar, Act v, Sc. 2...
• So softly death succeeded life in her, She did but dream of heaven, and she was there.
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Eleonora, Line 315...
• Not heaven itself upon the past has power; But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Imitation of Horace, Book iii, Ode 29, Line 71...
• Our vows are heard betimes! and Heaven takes care To grant, before we can conclude the praye
  Preventing angels met it half the way, And sent us back to praise, who came to pray....