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
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