Quotes by : John Dryden

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

Such subtle covenants shall be made, Till peace itself is war in masquerade.

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

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

I'm a little wounded but I am not slain I will lay me down to bleed a while. Then I'll rise and fight....

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

I am sore wounded but not slainI will lay me down and bleed a whileAnd then rise up to fight again

Repentance is but want of power to sin.

Every inch that is not fool is rogue.

Let Fortune empty her whole quiver on me, I have a soul that, like an ample shield, Can take in all,....