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• Of seeming arms to make a short essay, Then hasten to be drunk,--the business of the day.
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Cymon and Iphigenia, Line 407...
• She hugg'd the offender, and forgave the offence: Sex to the last.
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Cymon and Iphigenia, Line 367...
• The fool of nature stood with stupid eyes And gaping mouth, that testified surprise.
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Cymon and Iphigenia, Line 107...
• When beauty fires the blood, how love exalts the mind!
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Cymon and Iphigenia, Line 41...
• Love taught him shame; and shame, with love at strife, Soon taught the sweet civilities of life.
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Cymon and Iphigenia, Line 133...
• Old as I am, for ladies' love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet.
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Cymon and Iphigenia, Line 1...
• A fiery soul, which, working out its way, Fretted the pygmy-body to decay, And o'er-inform'd the tenement of clay.
  A daring pilot in extremity; Pleas'd with the danger, when the waves went high He sought the storms....
• And raw in fields the rude militia swarms, Mouths without hand
  maintain'd at vast expense, In peace a charge, in war a weak defence...
• He rais'd a mortal to the skies, She drew an angel down.
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Alexander's Feast, Line 169...