John Dryden

All who (like him) have writ ill plays before,
For they, like thieves, condemned, are hangman made,
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All who (like him) have writ ill plays before,
For they, like thieves, condemned, are hangman made,
To execute the members of their trade.

For friendship, of itself a holy tie,
Is made more sacred by adversity.

For friendship, of itself a holy tie,
Is made more sacred by adversity.

What precious drops are those,
Which silently each other's track pursue,
Bright as young diamonds in their read more

What precious drops are those,
Which silently each other's track pursue,
Bright as young diamonds in their faint dew?

All objects lose by too familiar a view.

All objects lose by too familiar a view.

Beware the fury of a patient man. -John Dryden.

Beware the fury of a patient man. -John Dryden.