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• And threat'ning France, plac'd like a painted Jove, Kept idle thunder in his lifted hand.
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Annus Mirabilis, Stanza 39...
• His hair just grizzled, As in a green old age. -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Oedipus, Act iii, Sc.
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• Sooth'd with the sound, the king grew vain; Fought all his battles o'er agai
  And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain....
• So over violent, or over civil, That every man with him was God or Devil.
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Absalom and Achitophel, Part i, Line 557...
• Love is love's reward. -- John Dryde
• All heiresses are beautiful. -- John Dryde
• She, though in full-blown flower of glorious beauty, Grows cold even in the summer of her age.
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Oedipus, Act iv, Sc. 1...
• Remote from cities liv'd a swain, Unvex'd with all the cares of gai
  His head was silver'd o'er with age, And long experience made him sage....
• All heiresses are beautiful. -- John Dryden (1631-1700)