John Dryden

For your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to me.

For your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to me.

Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.

Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.

Boldness is a mask for fear, however great.

Boldness is a mask for fear, however great.

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.

And after hearing what our Church can say,
If still our reason runs another way,
That private read more

And after hearing what our Church can say,
If still our reason runs another way,
That private reason 'tis more just to curb,
Than by disputes the public peace disturb;
For points obscure are of small use to learn,
But common quiet is mankind's concern.