It is madness to make fortune the mistress of events, because by herself she is nothing and is ruled by prudence. – John Dryden
Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age. – John Dryden

It is madness to make fortune the mistress of events, because by herself she is nothing and is ruled by prudence. – John Dryden
Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age. – John Dryden
Pains of love be sweeter far than all the other pleasures are. – John Dryden