John Dryden ( 10 of 157 )
Not heaven itself upon the past has power;
But what has been, has been, and I have had my read more
Not heaven itself upon the past has power;
But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.
Some truth there was, but dash'd and brew'd with lies,
To please the fools, and puzzle all the wise.
Some truth there was, but dash'd and brew'd with lies,
To please the fools, and puzzle all the wise.
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.
Let fortune empty her whole quiver on me.
I have a soul that, like an ample shield,
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Let fortune empty her whole quiver on me.
I have a soul that, like an ample shield,
Can take in all, and verge enough for more.
By education most have been misled.
By education most have been misled.
'Tis Fate that flings the dice,
And as she flings
Of kings makes peasants,
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'Tis Fate that flings the dice,
And as she flings
Of kings makes peasants,
And of peasants kings.
For that can power give more than food and drink,
To live at ease, and not be bound to read more
For that can power give more than food and drink,
To live at ease, and not be bound to think?
For your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to me.
For your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to me.
And all at Worcester but the honour lost.
And all at Worcester but the honour lost.
Drawn to the dregs of a democracy.
Drawn to the dregs of a democracy.
