John Dryden

She hugged the offender, and forgave the offense,
Sex to the last.

She hugged the offender, and forgave the offense,
Sex to the last.

Since Heaven's eternal year is thine.

Since Heaven's eternal year is thine.

Not heaven itself upon the past has power;
But what has been, has been, and I have had my read more

Not heaven itself upon the past has power;
But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.

Above any Greek or Roman name.

Above any Greek or Roman name.

Creator Venus, genial power of love,
The bliss of men below, and gods above!
Beneath the sliding read more

Creator Venus, genial power of love,
The bliss of men below, and gods above!
Beneath the sliding sun thou runn'st thy race,
Dost fairest shine, and best become thy place;
For thee the winds their eastern blasts forbear,
Thy mouth reveals the spring, and opens all the year;
Thee, goddess, thee, the storms of winter fly,
Earth smiles with flowers renewing, laughs the sky.