Quotes from Dryden

Earth has no fury like love to hatred turn'd Nor hell a fury like a woman scorn'd

There is a pleasure sure in being mad which none but madmen know.

Let Fortune empty her whole quiver on me, I have a soul that, like an ample shield, Can take in all, and verge enough for more; Fate was not mine, nor am I Fate's: Souls know no conquerors.

None but the brave deserves the fair.