Date: 1690
"Here satiate all your fury; / Let fortune empty her whole Quiver on me, / I have a Soul, that like an ample Shield / Can take in all; and verge enough for more."
preview | full record— Dryden, John (1631-1700)
Date: 1690
"Impossible! / Souls know no Conquerors."
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Date: 1690
"Our Sex, you know, was after yours design'd; / The last Perfection of the Makers mind: / Heav'n drew out all the Gold for us, and left your Dross behind."
preview | full record— Dryden, John (1631-1700); [Plautus, Molière]
Date: 1690
"O there's the Rock, on which my Reason splits: / Wou'd that were all!"
preview | full record— Dryden, John (1631-1700); [Plautus, Molière]
Date: 1690
"Here satiate all your fury; / Let fortune empty her whole Quiver on me, / I have a Soul, that like an ample Shield / Can take in all; and verge enough for more."
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Date: 1691
"The Flame which Reason rules has Interest in't"
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Date: 1691
"Men have no Windows in their Breast"
preview | full record— Wilson, John (bap. 1626, d. 1695?)
Date: 1691
"I'm the righter of Wrongs, and undoer of Injuries--Heart of Steel, and Arms of Brass."
preview | full record— Wilson, John (bap. 1626, d. 1695?)
Date: 1691
"Why weren't the Royal Regiment sent for Flanders? / With English hearts of Oak, and Horns well steel'd, / To Butt the Puny Monsieur from the Field."
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