John Dryden

Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen,
Fallen from his high estate,
And welt'ring in his blood;
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Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen,
Fallen from his high estate,
And welt'ring in his blood;
Deserted at his utmost need,
By those his former bounty fed;
On the bare earth expos'd he lies,
With not a friend to close his eyes.

And heaven had wanted one immortal song.

And heaven had wanted one immortal song.

Rich the treasure,
Sweet the pleasure,
Sweet is pleasure after pain.

Rich the treasure,
Sweet the pleasure,
Sweet is pleasure after pain.

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.

If A equals success, then the formula is: A = X + Y + Z, X is
work. Y read more

If A equals success, then the formula is: A = X + Y + Z, X is
work. Y is play. Z is keep your mouth shut.