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• Her wit was more than man, her innocence a child. -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Elegy on Mrs.
  Killegrew, Line 70...
• 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...
• So softly death succeeded life in her, She did but dream of heaven, and she was there.
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Eleonora, Line 315...
• Love is when everyone knows how you feel about her, but her.
• Opportunity has hair in front, but behind she is bald
  if you seize her by the forelock, you may hold her, but if suffered to escape, not Jupiter himself can catch her again....
• Here lies my wife: her let her lie! Now she's at rest, and so am I.
  -- John Dryden, epitaph intended for his wife...
• Yo momma aint so bad...she would give you the hair off of her back!
• For her own breakfast she 'll project a scheme, Nor take her tea without a stratagem.
  -- Edward Young (1684-1765) -- Love of Fame, Satire vi, Line 190...