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• For those whom God to ruin has design'd, He fits for fate, and first destroys their mind.
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- The Hind and the Panther, Part iii, Line 2387...
• And all to leave what with his toil he won To that unfeather'd two-legged thing, a son.
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Absalom and Achitophel, Part i, Line 169...
• Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen, Fallen from his high estate, And welt'ring in his blood
  Deserted, at his utmost need, By those his former bounty fed, On the bare earth expos'd he lies, With not a friend to close his eyes....
• Arms and the man I sing, who, forced by fate And haughty Juno's unrelenting hate.
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Virgil, Aeneid, Line 1...
• Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness! This is the state of ma
  o-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hopes; to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him...
• 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...
• 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"....
• A priest asked: What is Fate, Master? And he answered
  It is that which gives a beast of burden its reason for existence....
• A priest asked: What is Fate, Master? And he answered
  It is that which gives a beast of burden its reason for existence....