Cymon and Iphigenia

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