Fortune's unjust; she ruins oft the brave, and him who should be victor, makes the slave.
John DrydenGood Heaven, whose darling attribute we find is boundless grace, and mercy to mankind, abhors the cruel.
John DrydenFreedom which in no other land will thrive, Freedom an English subject's sole prerogative.
John DrydenHe was the man who of all modern, and perhaps ancient poets, had the largest and most comprehensive soul. . . . He was naturally learn'd; he needed not the spectacles of books to read Nature; he looked inwards, and found her there. . . . He is many times flat, insipid; his comic wit degenerating in to clenches, his serious swelling into bombast. But he is always great, when some occasion is presented to him.
John Dryden