John Dryden ( 10 of 157 )
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.
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?
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.
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.
A very merry, dancing, drinking,
Laughing, quaffing, and unthinking time.
A very merry, dancing, drinking,
Laughing, quaffing, and unthinking time.
Happy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own; he who, secure within, can say, read more
Happy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own; he who, secure within, can say, tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
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.
