John Dryden ( 10 of 157 )
Swear, food, or starve; for the dilemma's even;
A tradesman thou! and hope to go to heaven?
Swear, food, or starve; for the dilemma's even;
A tradesman thou! and hope to go to heaven?
Ill habits gather by unseen degrees,As brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.
Ill habits gather by unseen degrees,As brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.
And heaven had wanted one immortal song.
And heaven had wanted one immortal song.
For who can be secure of private right,
If sovereign sway may be dissolved by might?
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For who can be secure of private right,
If sovereign sway may be dissolved by might?
Nor is the people's judgment always true:
The most may err as grossly as the few.
Ay, these look like the workmanship of heaven;
This is the porcelain clay of human kind,
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Ay, these look like the workmanship of heaven;
This is the porcelain clay of human kind,
And therefore cast into these noble moulds.
A very merry, dancing, drinking,
Laughing, quaffing, and unthinking time.
A very merry, dancing, drinking,
Laughing, quaffing, and unthinking time.
The monarch oak, the patriarch of the trees,
Shoots rising up, and spreads by slow degrees.
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The monarch oak, the patriarch of the trees,
Shoots rising up, and spreads by slow degrees.
Three centuries he grows, and three he stays
Supreme in state; and in three more decays.
Skill'd in the globe and sphere, he gravely stands,
And, with his compass, measures seas and lands.
Skill'd in the globe and sphere, he gravely stands,
And, with his compass, measures seas and lands.
