Pains of love be sweeter far than all the other pleasures are. – John Dryden
So over violent, or over civil that every man with him was God or Devil. – John Dryden
Pains of love be sweeter far than all the other pleasures are. – John Dryden
So over violent, or over civil that every man with him was God or Devil. – John Dryden
Look around the inhabited world; how few know their own good, or knowing it, pursue. – John Dryden
Go miser go, for money sell your soul. Trade wares for wares and trudge from pole to pole, So others may say when you are dead and gone. See what a vast estate he left his son. – John Dryden