John Dryden

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.

For friendship, of itself a holy tie,
Is made more sacred by adversity.

For friendship, of itself a holy tie,
Is made more sacred by adversity.

The welcome news is in the letter found;
The carrier's not commission'd to expound;
It speaks itself, read more

The welcome news is in the letter found;
The carrier's not commission'd to expound;
It speaks itself, and what it does contain,
In all things needful to be known is plain.

And nobler is a limited command,
Given by the love of all your native land,
Than a read more

And nobler is a limited command,
Given by the love of all your native land,
Than a successive title, long and dark,
Drawn from the mouldy rolls of Noah's Ark.

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.]