John Dryden ( 10 of 157 )
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.
Genius is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent
perspiration.
Genius is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent
perspiration.
So liv'd our sires, ere doctors learn'd to kill,
And multiplied with theirs the weekly bill.
So liv'd our sires, ere doctors learn'd to kill,
And multiplied with theirs the weekly bill.
He raised a mortal to the skies;
She drew an angel down.
He raised a mortal to the skies;
She drew an angel down.
Ever a glutton, at another's cost,
But in whose kitchen dwells perpetual frost.
Ever a glutton, at another's cost,
But in whose kitchen dwells perpetual frost.
But far more numerous was the herd of such,
Who think too little, and who talk too much.
But far more numerous was the herd of such,
Who think too little, and who talk too much.
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.
Such subtle covenants shall be made,
Till peace itself is war in masquerade.
Such subtle covenants shall be made,
Till peace itself is war in masquerade.
A mob is the scum that rises upmost when the nation boils.
A mob is the scum that rises upmost when the nation boils.
