He trudg'd along unknowing what he sought,
And whistled as he went, for want of thought.
-- John Dryden (1631-1700)
-- Cymon and Iphigenia, Line 84
And whistled as he went, for want of thought.
-- John Dryden (1631-1700)
-- Cymon and Iphigenia, Line 84
Related:
- Of seeming arms to make a short essay,
Then hasten to be drunk,
the business of the day. -- John Dryden (1631-1700)... - She hugg'd the offender, and forgave the offence:
Sex to the last.
John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Cymon and Iphigenia, Line... - The fool of nature stood with stupid eyes
And gaping mouth,
that testified surprise. -- John Dryden (1631-1700)... - When beauty fires the blood, how love exalts the mind!
John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Cymon and Iphigenia, Line... - Love taught him shame; and shame, with love at strife,
Soon taught the sweet civilities of life. -- John... - Old as I am, for ladies' love unfit,
The power of beauty I remember yet.
John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Cymon and Iphigenia, Line... - A fiery soul, which, working out its way,
Fretted the pygmy-body to decay,
And o'er-inform'd the tenement of clay. A daring pilot... - And raw in fields the rude militia swarms,
Mouths without hands;
maintain'd at vast expense, In peace a charge, in war... - He rais'd a mortal to the skies,
She drew an angel down.
John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Alexander's Feast, Line...
