How happy the lover,
How easy his chain,
How pleasing his pain,
How sweet to discover
He sighs not in vain. - John Dryden. View more images...

For truth has such a face and such a mien, as to be loved needs only to be seen. - John Dryden. View more images...

For friendship, of itself a holy tie, Is made more sacred by adversity. - John Dryden. View more images...

He loved me well: so well he could but die - To show he loved me better than his life; he lost it for me - John Dryden. View more images...

Happy the man, and happy he alone, He, who can call today his own; He who, secure within, can say: 'Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have liv'd today.' - John Dryden. View more images...

Fool, not to know that love endures no tie,
And Jove but laughs at lovers' perjury. - John Dryden. View more images...

Give, you gods,
Give to your boy, your Cæsar,
The rattle of a globe to play withal,
This gewgaw world, and put him cheaply off;
I'll not be pleased with less than Cleopatra. - John Dryden. View more images...