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• 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...
• 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...
• Never was a patriot yet, but was a fool. -- John Dryden (1631-1700)
• Better to hunt in fields for health unbought Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught.
  The wise for cure on exercise depend; God never made his work for man to mend....
• Wit will shine Through the harsh cadence of a rugged line.
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- To the Memory of Mr. Oldham, Line 15...
• Above any Greek or Roman name.
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Upon the Death of Lord Hastings, Line 76...
• And heaven had wanted one immortal song.
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Absalom and Achitophel, Part i, Line 197...
• And kind as kings upon their coronation day.
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- The Hind and the Panther, Part i, Line 271...
• And, like another Helen, fir'd another Troy.
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Alexander's Feast, Line 154...