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• Above all Greek, above all Roman fame.
• Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace.
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Epistle to Congreve, Line 19...
• And kind as kings upon their coronation day.
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- The Hind and the Panther, Part i, Line 271...
• So softly death succeeded life in her, She did but dream of heaven, and she was there.
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Eleonora, Line 315...
• Not heaven itself upon the past has power; But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Imitation of Horace, Book iii, Ode 29, Line 71...
• Dusk faces with white silken turbans wreath'd.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Regained, Book iv, Line 76...
• I fled, and cry'd out, DEATH! Hell trembled at the hideous name, and sigh'd From all her caves, and back resounded, DEATH!
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ii, Line 787...
• Wit will shine Through the harsh cadence of a rugged line.
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- To the Memory of Mr. Oldham, Line 15...
• And heaven had wanted one immortal song.
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Absalom and Achitophel, Part i, Line 197...