John Dryden

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.

There are only two truly infinite things, the universe and
stupidity. And I am unsure about the universe.

There are only two truly infinite things, the universe and
stupidity. And I am unsure about the universe.

'Tis Fate that flings the dice,
And as she flings
Of kings makes peasants,
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'Tis Fate that flings the dice,
And as she flings
Of kings makes peasants,
And of peasants kings.

We spirits have just such natures
We had for all the world, when human creatures;
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We spirits have just such natures
We had for all the world, when human creatures;
And, therefore, I, that was an actress here,
Play all my tricks in hell, a goblin there.