John Dryden

Sooth'd with the sound, the king grew vain:
Fought all his battles o'er again;
And thrice he read more

Sooth'd with the sound, the king grew vain:
Fought all his battles o'er again;
And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain.

The winds that never moderation knew,
Afraid to blow too much, too faintly blew;
Or out of read more

The winds that never moderation knew,
Afraid to blow too much, too faintly blew;
Or out of breath with joy, could not enlarge
Their straighten'd lungs or conscious of their charge.

A horrid stillness first invades the ear,
And in that silence we the tempest fear.

A horrid stillness first invades the ear,
And in that silence we the tempest fear.

Love taught him shame; and shame, with love at strife,
Soon taught the sweet civilities of life.

Love taught him shame; and shame, with love at strife,
Soon taught the sweet civilities of life.

Democracy does not guarantee equality of conditions--it only
guarantees equality of opportunity.

Democracy does not guarantee equality of conditions--it only
guarantees equality of opportunity.