Fattened in vice, so callous and so gross, he sins and sees not, senseless of his loss. — John Dryden
But wild Ambition loves to slide, not stand, And Fortune’s ice prefers to Virtue’s land. — John Dryden
Fame then was cheap, and the first comer sped; And they have kept it since by being dead. — John Dryden
If you have lived, take thankfully the past. Make, as you can, the sweet remembrance last. — John Dryden
Truth is never to be expected from authors whose understanding is warped with enthusiasm. — John Dryden