“All things are hush'd, as Nature's self lay dead,
The Mountains seem to nod their drowsy head;
The little Birds in dreams their Songs repeat,
And sleeping Flowers, beneath the night-dew sweat;
Even Lust and Envy sleep.”

—  John Dryden

The Indian Emperor (1667), Act III, scene ii.

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English poet and playwright of the XVIIth century 1631–1700

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