John Dryden

Ill news is wing'd with fate, and flies apace.

Ill news is wing'd with fate, and flies apace.

Our souls sit close and silently within,
And their own web from their own entrails spin;
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Our souls sit close and silently within,
And their own web from their own entrails spin;
And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such,
That, spider like, we feel the tenderest touch.

Lord of oneself, uncumbered with a name.

Lord of oneself, uncumbered with a name.

Whatever he did, was done with so much ease,
In him alone 'twas natural to please.

Whatever he did, was done with so much ease,
In him alone 'twas natural to please.

If A equals success, then the formula is: A = X + Y + Z, X is
work. Y read more

If A equals success, then the formula is: A = X + Y + Z, X is
work. Y is play. Z is keep your mouth shut.