Quotes by : John Dryden

But love's a malady without a cure.

We first make our habits, then our habits make us.

All human things are subject to decay And when fate summons monarchs must obey.

Beware the fury of a patient man.

But far more numerous was the herd of such,Who think too little, and who talk too much.

War is the trade of Kings.

Damned Neuters in their Middle way of Steering Are neither Fish nor Flesh nor good Red Herring.

Only man clogs his happiness with care destroying what is with thoughts of what may be.

When I consider life, 't is all a cheat.Yet fool'd with hope, men favour the deceit;Trust on, and think....

Dancing is the poetry of the foot.