Men are but children of a larger growth, Our appetites as apt to change as theirs, And full as craving too, and full as vain.
John DrydenRead
He was the man who of all modern, and perhaps ancient poets, had the largest and most comprehensive soul. . . . He was naturally learn'd; he needed not the spectacles of books to read Nature; he looked inwards, and found her there. . . . He is many times flat, insipid; his comic wit degenerating in to clenches, his serious swelling into bombast. But he is always great, when some occasion is presented to him.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote reflects on the depth and complexity of a poet's soul, acknowledging both strengths and weaknesses in their work.
John Dryden's quote discusses the remarkable depth and breadth of a poet's soul, suggesting that this individual possesses an innate understanding of nature and a profound inner life that transcends typical learning. Although Dryden critiques certain aspects of the poet's work, such as moments of mediocrity and exaggerated styles, he ultimately recognizes the poet's greatness, especially when inspired by compelling circumstances. This duality hints at the complexities of artistic genius and the varying expressions of creativity.
Themes
PoetSoulNatureGreatnessArtistryExpression
In practice
Example use cases
This quote can be used in a discussion about the complexities of artistic talent during a literature class.
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