John Dryden

Roused by the lash of his own stubborn tail,
Our lion now will foreign foes assail.

Roused by the lash of his own stubborn tail,
Our lion now will foreign foes assail.

A man so various, that he seem'd to be
Not one, but all mankind's epitome;
Stiff in read more

A man so various, that he seem'd to be
Not one, but all mankind's epitome;
Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong.
Was everything by starts, and nothing long;
But in the course of one revolving moon,
Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon.

Beware the fury of a patient man.

Beware the fury of a patient man.

Beware the fury of a patient man. -John Dryden.

Beware the fury of a patient man. -John Dryden.

Ay, these look like the workmanship of heaven;
This is the porcelain clay of human kind,
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Ay, these look like the workmanship of heaven;
This is the porcelain clay of human kind,
And therefore cast into these noble moulds.