John Dryden Quotes
When the Sun sets, shadows, that shew'd at Noon
But small, appear most long and terrible;
So, when we think Fate hovers o'er our Heads,
Our apprehensions shoot beyond all bounds,
Owls, Ravens, Crickets seem the watch of death,
Nature's worst Vermine scare her God-like Sons.
Ecchoes the very leavings of a Voice,
Grow babling Ghosts, and call us to our Graves:
Each Mole-hill thought swells to a huge Olympus,
While we fantastick Dreamers heave and puff,
And sweat with an Imagination's weight.
Citations
Dryden, John, and Nathaniel Lee. Oedipus: A Tragedy. Richard Bentley and M. Magnes, 1679, p. 47.
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John Dryden was an English poet, literary critic, translator, and playwright who was appointed England's first Poet Laureate in 1668.