John Dryden

Whatever is, is in its causes just.

Whatever is, is in its causes just.

The clouds dispell'd, the sky resum'd her light,
And Nature stood recover'd of her fright.
But fear, read more

The clouds dispell'd, the sky resum'd her light,
And Nature stood recover'd of her fright.
But fear, the last of ills, remain'd behind,
And horrow heavy sat on every mind.

Happy the man, and happy he alone,
He, who can call to-day his own:
He who, secure read more

Happy the man, and happy he alone,
He, who can call to-day his own:
He who, secure within, can say,
Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have liv'd today.

He raised a mortal to the skies;
She drew an angel down.

He raised a mortal to the skies;
She drew an angel down.

Look around the habitable world, how few
Know their own good, or knowing it, pursue.

Look around the habitable world, how few
Know their own good, or knowing it, pursue.