John Dryden

A knock-down argument; 'tis but a word and a blow.

A knock-down argument; 'tis but a word and a blow.

Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.

Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.

Old as I am, for ladies' love unfit,
The power of beauty I remember yet,
Which once read more

Old as I am, for ladies' love unfit,
The power of beauty I remember yet,
Which once inflam'd my soul, and still inspires my wit.

Genius is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent
perspiration.

Genius is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent
perspiration.

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.