But loves a malady without a cure. – John Dryden
The intoxication of anger, like that of the grape, shows us to others, but hides us from ourselves. – John Dryden

But loves a malady without a cure. – John Dryden
The intoxication of anger, like that of the grape, shows us to others, but hides us from ourselves. – John Dryden
Pains of love be sweeter far than all the other pleasures are. – John Dryden