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• When beauty fires the blood, how love exalts the mind!
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Cymon and Iphigenia, Line 41...
• Old as I am, for ladies' love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet.
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Cymon and Iphigenia, Line 1...
• 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...
• He trudg'd along unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went, for want of thought.
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Cymon and Iphigenia, Line 84...
• 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...
• Love is love's reward. -- John Dryde
• For pity melts the mind to love. -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Alexander's Feast, Line 96