John Dryden

But love’s a malady without a cure…

Happy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own he…

Go miser go, for money sell your soul. Trade wares for wares and trudge from…

Love is love’s reward…

By education most have been misled So they believe, because they were bred. The priest…

Successful crimes alone are justified…

For truth has such a face and such a mien, as to be loved needs…

Death in itself is nothing but we fear to be we know not what, we…