John Dryden

She knows her man, and when you rant and swear,
Can draw you to her with a single hair.

She knows her man, and when you rant and swear,
Can draw you to her with a single hair.

At home the hateful names of parties cease,
And factious souls are wearied into peace.

At home the hateful names of parties cease,
And factious souls are wearied into peace.

Since Heaven's eternal year is thine.

Since Heaven's eternal year is thine.

And after hearing what our Church can say,
If still our reason runs another way,
That private read more

And after hearing what our Church can say,
If still our reason runs another way,
That private reason 'tis more just to curb,
Than by disputes the public peace disturb;
For points obscure are of small use to learn,
But common quiet is mankind's concern.

God never made His work for man to mend.

God never made His work for man to mend.