He invades authors like a monarch; and what would be theft in other poets is only victory in him. – John Dryden
Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is with thoughts of what may be. – John Dryden

He invades authors like a monarch; and what would be theft in other poets is only victory in him. – John Dryden
Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is with thoughts of what may be. – 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