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• And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Imitation of Horace, Book iii, Ode 29, Line 87...
• 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....
• I can enjoy her while she 's kind; But when she dances in the wind, And shakes the wings and will not stay, I puff the prostitute away.
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Imitation of Horace, Book iii, Ode 29, Line 81...
• There is no such book, and never has been.
• Have hung My dank and dropping weeds To the stern god of sea.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Translation of Horace, Book i, Ode 5...
• He who has had, has been, but he who hasn't been, has been had.
• And heaven had wanted one immortal song.
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Absalom and Achitophel, Part i, Line 197...
• He has, I know not what, of greatness in his looks, and of high fate, that almost awes me.
  -- John Dryde...
• As I have said before, I never had any large respect for good spelling.
  That is my feeling yet. Before the spelling-book came with its arbitrary forms, men unconsciously revealed shades of their characters, and also added enlightening shades of expression to what they wrote by their spelling, and so it is possible that the spelling-book has been a doubtful benevolence to us....