John Dryden

As when the dove returning bore the mark
Of earth restored to the long labouring ark;
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As when the dove returning bore the mark
Of earth restored to the long labouring ark;
The relics of mankind, secure at rest,
Open every window to receive the guest,
And the fair bearer of the message bless'd.

Happy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own; he who, secure within, can say, read more

Happy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own; he who, secure within, can say, tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.

The clouds dispell'd, the sky resum'd her light,
And Nature stood recover'd of her fright.
But fear, read more

The clouds dispell'd, the sky resum'd her light,
And Nature stood recover'd of her fright.
But fear, the last of ills, remain'd behind,
And horrow heavy sat on every mind.

Time, place, and action may with pains be wrought, But Genius must be born; and never can be taught.

Time, place, and action may with pains be wrought, But Genius must be born; and never can be taught.

A knock-down argument; 'tis but a word and a blow.

A knock-down argument; 'tis but a word and a blow.