FAREWELL, too little and too lately known, Whom I began to think and call my own: For sure our souls were near allied, and thine Cast in the same poetic mould with mine. One common note on either lyre did strike, And knaves and fools we both abhorred...
The Works of John Dryden: In Verse and Prose, with a Life - Pagina 129
door John Dryden - 1837
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