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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...
• When I consider life, 't is all a cheat. Yet fool'd with hope, men favour the decei
  Trust on, and think to-morrow will repay. To-morrow 's falser than the former day...
• Men are but children of a larger growth. -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- All for Love, Act iv, Sc.
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• What precious drops are those Which silently each other's track pursue, Bright as young diamonds in their infant dew?
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- The Conquest of Granada, Part ii, Act iii, Sc. 1...
• Pains of love be sweeter far Than all other pleasures are.
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Tyrannic Love, Act iv, 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...
• Our souls sit close and silently within, And their own web from their own entrails spi
  And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such, That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch....
• 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...
• This sickness doth infect The very life-blood of our enterprise.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act iv, Sc. 1...