John Dryden ( 10 of 157 )
Him of the western dome, whose weighty sense
Flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence.
Him of the western dome, whose weighty sense
Flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence.
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.
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.
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.
Great wits are sure to madness near allied,
And thin partitions do their bounds divide.
Great wits are sure to madness near allied,
And thin partitions do their bounds divide.
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.
He raised a mortal to the skies;
She drew an angel down.
He raised a mortal to the skies;
She drew an angel down.
Genius is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent
perspiration.
Genius is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent
perspiration.
