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John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.

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John Dryden. (1631–1700) (continued)
 
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    Beware the fury of a patient man. 1
          Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 1005.
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    Made still a blund’ring kind of melody;
Spurr’d boldly on, and dashed through thick and thin, 2
Through sense and nonsense, never out nor in.
          Absalom and Achitophel. Part ii. Line 413.
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    For every inch that is not fool is rogue.
          Absalom and Achitophel. Part ii. Line 463.
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    Men met each other with erected look,
The steps were higher that they took;
Friends to congratulate their friends made haste,
And long inveterate foes saluted as they pass’d.
          Threnodia Augustalis. Line 124.
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    For truth has such a face and such a mien,
As to be lov’d needs only to be seen. 3
          The Hind and the Panther. Part i. Line 33.
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    And kind as kings upon their coronation day.
          The Hind and the Panther. Part i. Line 271.
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    For those whom God to ruin has design’d,
He fits for fate, and first destroys their mind. 4
          The Hind and the Panther. Part iii. Line 2387.
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    But Shadwell never deviates into sense.
          Mac Flecknoe. Line 20.
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    Our vows are heard betimes! and Heaven takes care
To grant, before we can conclude the prayer:
Preventing angels met it half the way,
And sent us back to praise, who came to pray. 5
          Britannia Rediviva. Line 1.
 
Note 1.
Furor fit læsa sæpius patientia (An over-taxed patience gives way to fierce anger.—Publius Syrus: Maxim 289. [back]
Note 2.
See Spenser, Quotation 15. [back]
Note 3.
Vice is a monster of so frightful mien,
As to be hated needs but to be seen.
Alexander Pope: Essay on Man, epistle ii. line 217. [back]
Note 4.
Quos Deus vult perdere prius dementat (Whom God wishes to destroy he first deprives of reason). The author of this saying is unknown. Barnes erroneously ascribes it to Euripides. [back]
Note 5.
And fools who came to scoff remain’d to pray.—Oliver Goldsmith: The Deserted Village, line 180. [back]