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.]

For that can power give more than food and drink,
To live at ease, and not be bound to read more

For that can power give more than food and drink,
To live at ease, and not be bound to think?

We spirits have just such natures
We had for all the world, when human creatures;
And, therefore, read more

We spirits have just such natures
We had for all the world, when human creatures;
And, therefore, I, that was an actress here,
Play all my tricks in hell, a goblin there.

When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered snow, They melted as they read more

When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered snow, They melted as they fell.

But genius must be born, and never can be taught.

But genius must be born, and never can be taught.