Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is with thoughts of what may be. – John Dryden
For present joys are more to flesh and blood than a dull prospect of a distant good. – John Dryden

Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is with thoughts of what may be. – John Dryden
For present joys are more to flesh and blood than a dull prospect of a distant good. – John Dryden
Death in itself is nothing but we fear to be we know not what, we know not where. – John Dryden