John Dryden quotes - page 7
Twas now the month in which the world began
(If March beheld the first created man):
And since the vernal equinox, the Sun,
In Aries, twelve degrees, or more, had run;
When casting up his eyes against the light,
Both month, and day, and hour, he measur'd right;
And told more truly than th' Ephemeris:
For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.
Thus numbering times and seasons in his breast,
His second crowing the third hour confess'd.
John Dryden
John Dryden
Occupation: English Poet
Born: August 9, 1631
Died: May 1, 1700
Quotes count: 316
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