Drinking is the soldiers pleasure. – John Dryden
Go miser go, for money sell your soul. Trade wares for wares and trudge from pole to pole, So others may say when you are dead and gone. See what a vast estate he left his son. – John Dryden

Drinking is the soldiers pleasure. – John Dryden
Go miser go, for money sell your soul. Trade wares for wares and trudge from pole to pole, So others may say when you are dead and gone. See what a vast estate he left his son. – John Dryden
Forgiveness to the injured does belong but they neer pardon who have done wrong. – John Dryden
It is madness to make fortune the mistress of events, because by herself she is nothing and is ruled by prudence. – John Dryden