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• Pains of love be sweeter far Than all other pleasures are.
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Tyrannic Love, Act iv, Sc. 1...
• All delays are dangerous in war. -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Tyrannic Love, Act i, Sc. 1
• Death in itself is nothing; but we fear To be we know not what, we know not where.
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Aurengzebe, Act iv, Sc. 1...
• T is not for nothing that we life pursue; It pays our hopes with something still that 's new.
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Aurengzebe, Act iv, Sc. 1...
• She, though in full-blown flower of glorious beauty, Grows cold even in the summer of her age.
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Oedipus, Act iv, Sc. 1...
• When I consider life, 't is all a cheat. Yet fool'd with hope, men favour the decei
  Trust on, and think to-morrow will repay. To-morrow 's falser than the former day...
• Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them,--but not for love.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), As You Like It -- Act iv, Sc. 1...
• A knock-down argument: 't is but a word and a blow.
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Amphitryon, Act i, Sc. 1...
• Bless the hand that gave the blow. -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- The Spanish Friar, Act ii, Sc. 1