John Dryden

Joy rul'd the day, and Love the night.

Joy rul'd the day, and Love the night.

Deserted, at his utmost need,
By those his former bounty fed;
On the bare earth exposed he read more

Deserted, at his utmost need,
By those his former bounty fed;
On the bare earth exposed he lies,
With not a friend to close his eyes.

Behold him setting in his western skies,
The shadows lengthening as the vapours rise.

Behold him setting in his western skies,
The shadows lengthening as the vapours rise.

It is a madness to make fortune the mistress of events, because in herself she is nothing, but is ruled read more

It is a madness to make fortune the mistress of events, because in herself she is nothing, but is ruled by prudence.

Whatever he did, was done with so much ease,
In him alone 'twas natural to please.

Whatever he did, was done with so much ease,
In him alone 'twas natural to please.