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I'll rush into the covert of the night And pull thee backward by the shroud to light, Or else I'll squeeze thee like a bladder there, And make thee groan thyself away to air.
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Rehearsal, and that the parody should have had such a run? And yet it was Dryden who, in speaking of Persius, hit upon the happy phrase of
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;[21] it was Dryden who said of Cowley, whom he elsewhere calls
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[22] that he was
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[23] But the passages I have thus far cited as specimens of our poet's coarseness (for poet he surely was _intus_, though not always _in cute_) were written before he was forty, and he had an odd notion, suitable to his healthy complexion, that poets on the whole improve after that date. Man at forty, he says,
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[24] But artificial heat is never to be digested at all, as is plain in Dryden's case. He was a man who warmed slowly, and, in his hurry to supply the market, forced his mind. The result was the same after forty as before. In
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Oedipus
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Not one bolt Shall err from Thebes, but more be called for, more, _New-moulded thunder of a larger size!_
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It is easy enough to write like a madman, he replied,
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No, it is hard to write like a madman, but easy enough to write like a fool,