More quotes by John Dryden
Death in itself is nothing; but we fear
To be we know not what, we know not where.
Whate’er he did, was done with so much ease,
In him alone 'twas natural to please.
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Reading maketh a full man; conference a ready man; and writing an exact man.
The free-lance writer is a man who is paid per piece or per word or perhaps.
Three sleepless nights I passed in sounding on,
Through words and things, a dim and perilous way.
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