John Dryden

None are so busy as the fool and knave.

Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections. For love which hath ends, will have an end; whereas that which is founded on true virtue, will always continue.

Set all things in their own peculiar place, and know that order is the greatest grace.

Better shun the bait, than struggle in the snare.

And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.

Tomorrow, do thy worst, for I have lived today.

Beware the fury of a patient man.

Love is love's reward.

They think too little who talk too much.

Happy the man, and happy he alone,
He, who can call to-day his own:
He who, secure within, can say,
To-morrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.

But far more numerous was the herd of such,
Who think too little and who talk too much.

We must beat the iron while it is hot, but we may polish it at leisure.

The conscience of a people is their power.

Beware of the fury of the patient man.

Dreams are but interludes that fancy makes...
Sometimes forgotten things, long cast behind
Rush forward in the brain, and come to mind.