His son builds on, and never is content
Till the last farthing is in structure spent.
Quotes from Poetical Quotations from Chaucer to Tennyson — John Dryden
1631–1700 England
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Their wildness lose, and, quitting nature’s part,
Obey the rules and discipline of art.
He, full of fraudful arts,
This well-invented tale for truth imparts.
In easy dialogues is Fletcher’s praise:
He moved the mind, but had not pow’r to raise.
Ganfride, who couldst so well in rhyme complain
The death of Richard, with an arrow slain.
The rest to some faint meaning make pretence,
But Shadwell never deviates into sense.
The hand and head were never lost of those
Who dealt in dogg’rel, or who punn’d in prose.
No more accuse thy pen, but charge the crime
On native sloth, and negligence of time.
Her soul abhorring avarice,
Bounteous; but almost bounteous to a vice.
The base wretch who hoards up all he can
Is praised and call’d a careful thrifty man.
As thy strutting bags with money rise,
The love of gain is of an equal size.
Their standard, planted on the battlement,
Despair and death among the soldiers sent.
Thus fights Ulysses, thus his fame extends;
A formidable man, but to his friends.
He with his sword unsheathed, on pain of life,
Commands both combatants to cease their strife.
His absence from his mother oft he’ll mourn,
And, with his eyes, look wishes to return.
Some souls we see
Grow hard and stiffen with adversity.
Our green youth copies what grey sinners act,
When age commends the fact.
His youth and age
All of a piece throughout, and all divine.
You season still with sports your serious hours,
For age but tastes of pleasures, youth devours.
Attribution
Quotes and notes from Wikiquote: John Dryden (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0.