He trudg’d along unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went, for want of thought.
John Dryden
Love taught him shame; and shame, with love at strife, Soon taught the sweet civilities of life.
John Dryden
Old as I am, for ladies’ love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet.
John Dryden
She hugg'd the offender, and forgave the offence: Sex to the last.
John Dryden
When beauty fires the blood, how love exalts the mind!
John Dryden