Bold knaves thrive without one grain of sense, But good men starve for want of impudence.
John DrydenIf one must be rejected, one succeed, make him my lord within whose faithful breast is fixed my image, and who loves me best.
John DrydenBold knaves thrive without one grain of sense, But good men starve for want of impudence.
John DrydenIf one must be rejected, one succeed, make him my lord within whose faithful breast is fixed my image, and who loves me best.
John Dryden