John Dryden

But Esau's hands suit ill with Jacob's voice.

But Esau's hands suit ill with Jacob's voice.

Wit will shine
Through the harsh cadence of a rugged line.

Wit will shine
Through the harsh cadence of a rugged line.

And all to leave what with his toil he won,
To that unfeather'd two-legged thing, a son.

And all to leave what with his toil he won,
To that unfeather'd two-legged thing, a son.

Who climbs the grammar-tree, distinctly knows
Where noun, and verb, and participle grows.

Who climbs the grammar-tree, distinctly knows
Where noun, and verb, and participle grows.

Forgiveness to the injured does belong,
But they ne'er pardon who have done the wrong.

Forgiveness to the injured does belong,
But they ne'er pardon who have done the wrong.