Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is with thoughts of what may be. – John Dryden
The intoxication of anger, like that of the grape, shows us to others, but hides us from ourselves. – John Dryden

Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is with thoughts of what may be. – John Dryden
The intoxication of anger, like that of the grape, shows us to others, but hides us from ourselves. – John Dryden
Forgiveness to the injured does belong but they neer pardon who have done wrong. – John Dryden
Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery way: Pleased with the surface, we glide swiftly on, And see the dangers that we cannot shun. – John Dryden