The intoxication of anger, like that of the grape, shows us to others, but hides us from ourselves. – John Dryden
When I consider life, it is all a cheat. Yet fooled with hope, people favor this deceit. – John Dryden
The intoxication of anger, like that of the grape, shows us to others, but hides us from ourselves. – John Dryden
When I consider life, it is all a cheat. Yet fooled with hope, people favor this deceit. – John Dryden
We lovd, and we lovd as long as we could
Til our love was lovd out in us both;
But our marriage is dead, when the pleasure has fled:
Twas pleasure that made it an oath. – John Dryden
For present joys are more to flesh and blood than a dull prospect of a distant good. – John Dryden