Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age. – John Dryden
Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is with thoughts of what may be. – John Dryden
Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age. – John Dryden
Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is with thoughts of what may be. – 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
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