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• Since heaven's eternal year is thine. -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Elegy on Mrs.
  Killegrew, Line 15...
• O gracious God! how far have we Profan'd thy heavenly gift of poesy!
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Elegy on Mrs. Killegrew, Line 56...
• She knows her man, and when you rant and swear, Can draw you to her with a single hair.
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Persius, Satire v, Line 246...
• Wit will shine Through the harsh cadence of a rugged line.
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- To the Memory of Mr. Oldham, Line 15...
• So softly death succeeded life in her, She did but dream of heaven, and she was there.
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Eleonora, Line 315...
• Enjoy your dear wit and gay rhetoric, That hath so well been taught her dazzling fence.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 790...
• Better to hunt in fields for health unbought Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught.
  The wise for cure on exercise depend; God never made his work for man to mend....
• Here lies my wife: her let her lie! Now she's at rest, and so am I.
  -- John Dryden, epitaph intended for his wife...
• With her body, woman is more sincere than man; but with her mind she lies.
  And when she lies, she does not believe herself. -- Tolstoy...