John Dryden

Happy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own; he who, secure within, can say, read more

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.

She hugged the offender, and forgave the offense,
Sex to the last.

She hugged the offender, and forgave the offense,
Sex to the last.

Ev'n wit's a burthen, when it talks too long.

Ev'n wit's a burthen, when it talks too long.

Genius is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent
perspiration.

Genius is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent
perspiration.

Such subtle covenants shall be made,
Till peace itself is war in masquerade.

Such subtle covenants shall be made,
Till peace itself is war in masquerade.