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
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
By education most have been misled So they believe, because they were bred. The priest continues where the nurse began, And thus the child imposes on the man. – 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