John Dryden

The habit does not make the monk.
[Lat., Cucullus (or Cuculla) non facit monachum.]

The habit does not make the monk.
[Lat., Cucullus (or Cuculla) non facit monachum.]

Wit will shine
Through the harsh cadence of a rugged line.

Wit will shine
Through the harsh cadence of a rugged line.

Tomorrow do thy worst, I have lived today.

Tomorrow do thy worst, I have lived today.

God never made His work for man to mend.

God never made His work for man to mend.

The brave man seeks not popular applause,
Nor, overpower'd with arms, deserts his cause;
Unsham'd, though foil'd, read more

The brave man seeks not popular applause,
Nor, overpower'd with arms, deserts his cause;
Unsham'd, though foil'd, he does the best he can,
Force is of brutes, but honor is of man.