Shadwell alone, of all my sons, is he Who stands confirmed in full stupidity.
The rest to some faint meaning make pretence, But Shadwell never deviates into sense. Some beams of wit on other souls may fall, Strike through and make a lucid interval; But Shadwell's genuine night admits no ray, His rising fogs prevail upon the day.john dryden
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