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I am devilishly afraid, that's certain but ... I'll sing, that I may seem valiant.

John Dryden

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John Dryden
Age: 68 †
Born: 1631
Born: August 7
Died: 1700
Died: May 12
Hymnwriter
Literary Critic
Playwright
Poet
Translator
Aldwincle
Northamptonshire
Sing
Afraid
Seem
Evil
Certain
Seems
May
Valiant
Certainty

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