He sought the storms ; but for a calm unfit, Would steer too nigh the sands, to boast his wit Great wits are sure to madness near allied, And thin partitions do their bounds divide; Else, why should he, with wealth and honour blest, Refuse his age the... The Critical and Miscellaneous Prose Works of John Dryden: Now First ... - Page 392 by John Dryden - 1800 - 442 pages Full view -
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