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• Not heaven itself upon the past has power; But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Imitation of Horace, Book iii, Ode 29, Line 71...
• Happy the man, and happy he alone, He who can call to-day his ow
  He who, secure within, can say, To-morrow, do thy worst, for I have liv'd to-day....
• And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Imitation of Horace, Book iii, Ode 29, Line 87...
• 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...
• Her lies my wife, let her rest She is peaceful and quiet and its best For when she is not talking and such I am able to enjoy the day very much If she will stay here
  let her be If you disturb her, you'll see....
• To sorrow I bade good-morrow, And thought to leave her far away behind
  But cheerly, cheerly, She loves me dearly...
• Here lies my wife: her let her lie! Now she's at rest, and so am I.
  -- John Dryden, epitaph intended for his wife...
• Hence, ye profane! I hate ye all, Both the great vulgar and the small.
  -- Abraham Cowley (1618-1667) -- Horace, Book iii, Ode 1...
• So softly death succeeded life in her, She did but dream of heaven, and she was there.
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Eleonora, Line 315...