John Dryden

Hard features every bungler can command:
To draw true beauty shows a master's hand.

Hard features every bungler can command:
To draw true beauty shows a master's hand.

'Tis Fate that flings the dice,
And as she flings
Of kings makes peasants,
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'Tis Fate that flings the dice,
And as she flings
Of kings makes peasants,
And of peasants kings.

Trust on and think To-morrow will repay;
To-morrow's falser than the former day;
Lies worse; and while read more

Trust on and think To-morrow will repay;
To-morrow's falser than the former day;
Lies worse; and while it says, we shall be blest
With some new Joys, cuts off what we possest.

Lord of oneself, uncumbered with a name.

Lord of oneself, uncumbered with a name.

Forgiveness to the injured does belong,
But they ne'er pardon who have done the wrong.

Forgiveness to the injured does belong,
But they ne'er pardon who have done the wrong.