All heiresses are beautiful. – John Dryden
Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age. – John Dryden

All heiresses are beautiful. – John Dryden
Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age. – John Dryden
Happy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own he who, secure within, can say, tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today. – John Dryden
Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery way: Pleased with the surface, we glide swiftly on, And see the dangers that we cannot shun. – John Dryden