John Dryden

His ignorance is encyclopedic.

His ignorance is encyclopedic.

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.

When beauty fires the blood, how love exalts the mind!

When beauty fires the blood, how love exalts the mind!

Happy the man, and happy he alone,
He, who can call to-day his own:
He who, secure read more

Happy the man, and happy he alone,
He, who can call to-day his own:
He who, secure within, can say,
Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have liv'd today.

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

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