But loves a malady without a cure. – John Dryden
Since every man who lives is born to die, and none can boast sincere felicity, with equal mind, what happens, let us bear, nor joy nor grieve too much for things beyond our care. – 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
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