John Dryden

At every close she made, th' attending throng
Replied, and bore the burden of the song:
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At every close she made, th' attending throng
Replied, and bore the burden of the song:
So just, so small, yet in so sweet a note,
It seemed the music melted in the throat.

Boldness is a mask for fear, however great.

Boldness is a mask for fear, however great.

Dreams are but interludes, which fancy makes;
When monarch reason sleeps, this mimic wakes.

Dreams are but interludes, which fancy makes;
When monarch reason sleeps, this mimic wakes.

Then hasten to be drunk, the business of the day.

Then hasten to be drunk, the business of the day.

A man so various, that he seem'd to be
Not one, but all mankind's epitome;
Stiff in read more

A man so various, that he seem'd to be
Not one, but all mankind's epitome;
Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong.
Was everything by starts, and nothing long;
But in the course of one revolving moon,
Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon.