Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are. – John Dryden
Death in itself is nothing but we fear to be we know not what, we know not where. – John Dryden
Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are. – John Dryden
Death in itself is nothing but we fear to be we know not what, we know not where. – John Dryden
The people have a right supreme
To make their kings, for Kings are made for them.
All Empire is no more than Powr in Trust,
Which when resumd, can be no longer just.
Successionm for the general good designd,
In its own wrong a Nation cannot bind. – 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