Three poets, in three distant ages born,
Greece, Italy, and England, did adorn.
The first, in loftiness of thought surpassed;
The next, in majesty; in both, the last.
The force of nature could no further go;
To make a third, she joined the former two.
More verses by John Dryden
- Lines In A Letter To His Lady Cousin, Honor Driden, Who Had Given Him A Silver Inkstand, With A Set Of Writing Materials, 1655
- Epitaph On The Monument Of A Fair Maiden Lady, Who Died At Bath, And Is There Interred
- A Prologue
- Your Hay It Is Mow'D, And Your Corn Is Reap'D
- Prologue To The University Of Oxford, 1674.
