John Dryden

Even victors are by victory undone.

Virtue is its own reward.

For politicians neither love nor hate.

Great wits are sure to madness allied and thin partitions do their bounds divide.

Beware the fury of a patient man.

Strzeżcie się furii człowieka cierpliwego.

We first make our habits, and then our habits make us.

When beauty fires the blood, how love exalts the mind!

But far too numerous was the herd of such, who think too little, and who talk too much.

Did wisely from expensive sins refrain, and never broke the sabbath, but for gain.

God never made His work for man to mend.

Pains of love be sweeter far Than all other pleasures are.

A mob is the scum that rises upmost when the nation boils.

You see through love, and that deludes your sight, As what is straight seems crooked through the water.

And virtue, though in rags, will keep you warm.