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• As sure as a gun. -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- The Spanish Friar, Act iii, Sc. 2
• Second thoughts, they say, are best. -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- The Spanish Friar, Act ii, Sc.
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• He 's a sure card. -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- The Spanish Friar, Act ii, Sc. 2
• Bless the hand that gave the blow. -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- The Spanish Friar, Act ii, Sc. 1
• There is a pleasure sure In being mad which none but madmen know.
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- The Spanish Friar, Act ii, Sc. 1...
• T is strange that death should sing. I am the cygnet to this pale faint swa
  Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death, And from the organ-pipe of frailty sings His soul and body to their lasting rest....
• Nothing can cover his high fame but heaven; No pyramids set off his memories, But the eternal substance of his greatness,-- To which I leave him.
  -- Beaumont and Fletcher -- The False One, Act ii, Sc. 1...
• He gave his honours to the world again, His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry VIII -- Act iv, Sc. 2...
• His hair just grizzled, As in a green old age. -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Oedipus, Act iii, Sc.
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