Do then as your progenitors have done,
And by their virtues prove yourself their son.
John Dryden Quotes
1631–1700 England
John Dryden (19 August [O.S. 9 August] 1631 – 12 May [O.S. 1 May] 1700) was an English poet, literary critic, translator, and playwright who in 1668 was appointed England's first Poet Laureate.
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For if the sire be faint, or out of case,
He will be copied in his famish’d race.
If on your head my fury does not turn,
Thank that fond dotage which so much you scorn.
He, like a patient angler, ere he strook,
Would let them play awhile upon the hook.
Some on antiquated authors pore;
Rummage for sense.
Then thus a senior of the place replies,
Well read, and curious of antiquities.
All arts and artists Theseus could command,
Who sold for hire, or wrought for better fame.
The spiteful stars have shed their venom down,
And now the peaceful planets take their turn.
Sorceries to raise th’ infernal pow’rs,
And sigils framed in planetary hours.
Would I had been disposer of thy stars,
Thou shouldst have had thy wish, and died in wars.
Homer, whose name shall live in epic song,
While music numbers, or while verse has feet.
Shadwell alone of all my sons is he
Who stands confirm’d in full stupidity.
But Shakspeare’s magic could not copied be;
Within that circle none durst walk but he.
You exclaim as loud as those that praise,
For scraps and coach-hire, a young noble’s plays.
The bard that first adorn’d our native tongue
Tuned to his British lyre this ancient song.
Gentle or sharp, according to thy choice,
To laugh at follies, or to lash at vice.
Yet still thy fools shall stand in thy defence,
And justify their author’s want of sense.
Attribution
Quotes and notes from Wikiquote: John Dryden (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0.