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  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- The Tempest, Prologue...
• Who but must laugh, if such a man there be? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he?
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot, Prologue to the Satires, Line 213...
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  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Epistle to Congreve, Line 19...
• Society is like a lawn, where every roughness is smoothed, every bramble eradicated, and where the eye is delighted by the smiling verdure of a velvet surface.
  He, however, who would study nature in its wildness and variety, must plunge into the forest, must explore the glen, must stem the torrent, and dare the precipice....
• Love is love's reward. -- John Dryde
• All heiresses are beautiful. -- John Dryde
• All delays are dangerous in war. -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Tyrannic Love, Act i, Sc. 1
• Men are but children of a larger growth. -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- All for Love, Act iv, Sc.
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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...