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• War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honour but an empty bubble. -- Dryden, John (1631-1700)
• But Shakespeare's magic could not copied be; Within that circle none durst walk but he.
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- The Tempest, Prologue...
• An horrible stilness first invades our ear, And in that silence we the tempest fear.
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) English poet, critic, and playwright, Astrea Redux...
• Errors, like straws, upon the surface flow; He who would search for pearls must dive below.
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- All for Love, Prologue...
• For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- The Cock and the Fox, Line 452...
• True patriots all; for be it understood We left our country for our country's good.
  -- George Barrington (1755-c. 1840) -- Prologue written for the Opening of the Play-house -- at New South Wales, Jan....
• Set the cart before the horse. -- John Heywood
• Our souls sit close and silently within, And their own web from their own entrails spi
  And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such, That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch....