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• His hair just grizzled, As in a green old age. -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Oedipus, Act iii, Sc.
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• Whatever is, is in its causes just. -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Oedipus, Act iii, Sc. 1
• Of no distemper, of no blast he died, But fell like autumn fruit that mellow'd long,-- Even wonder'd at, because he dropp'd no sooner.
  Fate seem'd to wind him up for fourscore years, Yet freshly ran he on ten winters more...
• Men are but children of a larger growth. -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- All for Love, Act iv, Sc.
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• Death in itself is nothing; but we fear To be we know not what, we know not where.
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Aurengzebe, Act iv, Sc. 1...
• Pains of love be sweeter far Than all other pleasures are.
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Tyrannic Love, Act iv, Sc. 1...
• T is not for nothing that we life pursue; It pays our hopes with something still that 's new.
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Aurengzebe, Act iv, Sc. 1...
• She 's adorned Amply that in her husband's eye looks lovely,-- The truest mirror that an honest wife Can see her beauty in.
  -- John Tobin (1770-1804) -- The Honeymoon, Act iii, Sc. 4...
• A knock-down argument: 't is but a word and a blow.
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Amphitryon, Act i, Sc. 1...