War is the trade of Kings. – John Dryden
Pains of love be sweeter far than all the other pleasures are. – John Dryden
War is the trade of Kings. – John Dryden
Pains of love be sweeter far than all the other pleasures are. – John Dryden
Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is with thoughts of what may be. – John Dryden
Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age. – John Dryden