So softly death succeeded life in her, She did but dream of heaven, and she was there.
Quote by John Dryden
Words are but pictures of our thoughts.
Either be wholly slaves or wholly free.
Love thou the rose, yet leave it on its stem.
Drinking is the soldier's pleasure.
Fool that I was, upon my eagle's wings I bore this wren, till I was...
For, Heaven be thank'd, we live in such an age, when no man dies for...
Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.
Dancing is the poetry of the foot.
Sometimes we see things not as they are but as we are: Love brings understanding
We first make our habits, and then our habits make us.
If you be pungent, be brief; for it is with words as with sunbeams -...
Love is hard work; and hard work sometimes hurts!
Never was patriot yet, but was a fool.
Successful crimes alone are justified
Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure
The fool of nature stood with stupid eyes And gaping mouth, that testified surprise
They that possess the prince possess the laws.
Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.
Repentance is but want of power to sin.
There is a pleasure in being mad which none but madmen know.