John Dryden

Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery…

Forgiveness to the injured does belong but they ne’er pardon who have done wrong…

Boldness is a mask for fear, however great…

Dancing is the poetry of the foot…

Beware the fury of a patient man…

Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul…

War is the trade of Kings…

He has not learned the first lesson of life who does not every day surmount…

Reason is a crutch for age, but youth is strong enough to walk alone…

Seek not to know what must not be reveal, for joy only flows where fate…

The intoxication of anger, like that of the grape, shows us to others, but hides…

When I consider life, it is all a cheat. Yet fooled with hope, people favor…

Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are…

Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is with thoughts of what may…

Anger will never disappear so long as thoughts of resentment are cherished in the mind…