John Dryden Quotes

Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen,Fallen from his high estate,And welt'ring in his blood;Deserted, at his utmost need,By those his former bounty fed,On the bare earth exposed he lies,With not a friend to close his eyes.
John Dryden
John Dryden

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