And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.
John Dryden
Happy the man, and happy he alone, He who can call to-day his own; He who, secure within, can say, To-morrow, do thy worst, for I have liv'd to-day.
John Dryden
I can enjoy her while she 's kind; But when she dances in the wind, And shakes the wings and will not stay, I puff the prostitute away.
John Dryden
Not heaven itself upon the past has power; But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.
John Dryden