When I consider life, it is all a cheat. Yet fooled with hope, people favor this deceit. – John Dryden
He invades authors like a monarch; and what would be theft in other poets is only victory in him. – John Dryden
When I consider life, it is all a cheat. Yet fooled with hope, people favor this deceit. – John Dryden
He invades authors like a monarch; and what would be theft in other poets is only victory in him. – John Dryden
Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age. – John Dryden
Look around the inhabited world; how few know their own good, or knowing it, pursue. – John Dryden