He loved me well: so well he could but die - To show he loved me better than his life; he lost it for me
Quote by John Dryden
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Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is, with thoughts of what may...
Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.
Fool that I was, upon my eagle's wings I bore this wren, till I was...
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Honor is but an empty bubble.
Even victors are by victory undone
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Beware the fury of a patient man.
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Repentance is but want of power to sin.
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To die is landing on some distant shore.
Even victors are by victories undone.
It is madness to make fortune the mistress of events, because by herself she is...
Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections. For love which hath...
Seek not to know what must not be reveal, for joy only flows where fate...