John Dryden ( 10 of 157 )
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.
Not aw'd to duty by superior sway.
Not aw'd to duty by superior sway.
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.
Content with poverty, my soul I arm;
And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.
Content with poverty, my soul I arm;
And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.
A mob is the scum that rises upmost when the nation boils.
A mob is the scum that rises upmost when the nation boils.
So liv'd our sires, ere doctors learn'd to kill,
And multiplied with theirs the weekly bill.
So liv'd our sires, ere doctors learn'd to kill,
And multiplied with theirs the weekly bill.
Ev'n wit's a burthen, when it talks too long.
Ev'n wit's a burthen, when it talks too long.
Boldness is a mask for fear, however great.
Boldness is a mask for fear, however great.
Him of the western dome, whose weighty sense
Flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence.
Him of the western dome, whose weighty sense
Flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence.
