John Dryden

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.

Ever a glutton, at another's cost,
But in whose kitchen dwells perpetual frost.

Ever a glutton, at another's cost,
But in whose kitchen dwells perpetual frost.

Hard features every bungler can command:
To draw true beauty shows a master's hand.

Hard features every bungler can command:
To draw true beauty shows a master's hand.

I am as free as nature first made man,
Ere the base laws of servitude began,
When read more

I am as free as nature first made man,
Ere the base laws of servitude began,
When wild in woods the noble savage ran.

For friendship, of itself a holy tie,
Is made more sacred by adversity.

For friendship, of itself a holy tie,
Is made more sacred by adversity.