Jealousy's a proof of love, But 'tis a weak and unavailing medicine; It puts out the disease and makes it show, But has no power to cure.
John DrydenFowls, by winter forced, forsake the floods, and wing their hasty flight to happier lands.
John DrydenBold knaves thrive without one grain of sense, But good men starve for want of impudence.
John Dryden