John Dryden

Our souls sit close and silently within,
And their own web from their own entrails spin;
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Our souls sit close and silently within,
And their own web from their own entrails spin;
And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such,
That, spider like, we feel the tenderest touch.

He made all countries where he came his own.

He made all countries where he came his own.

We spirits have just such natures
We had for all the world, when human creatures;
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We spirits have just such natures
We had for all the world, when human creatures;
And, therefore, I, that was an actress here,
Play all my tricks in hell, a goblin there.

Ever a glutton, at another's cost,
But in whose kitchen dwells perpetual frost.

Ever a glutton, at another's cost,
But in whose kitchen dwells perpetual frost.

Maintain your post: That's all the fame you need;
For 'tis impossible you should proceed.

Maintain your post: That's all the fame you need;
For 'tis impossible you should proceed.