The intoxication of anger, like that of the grape, shows us to others, but hides us from ourselves. – John Dryden
Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age. – John Dryden
The intoxication of anger, like that of the grape, shows us to others, but hides us from ourselves. – John Dryden
Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age. – John Dryden
The people have a right supreme
To make their kings, for Kings are made for them.
All Empire is no more than Powr in Trust,
Which when resumd, can be no longer just.
Successionm for the general good designd,
In its own wrong a Nation cannot bind. – John Dryden
He invades authors like a monarch; and what would be theft in other poets is only victory in him. – John Dryden