John Dryden

The god-like hero sate
On his imperial throne:
His valiant peers were placed around,
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The god-like hero sate
On his imperial throne:
His valiant peers were placed around,
Their brows with roses and with myrtles bound
(So should desert in arms be crowned).
The lovely Thais by his side,
Sate like a blooming Eastern bride
In flower of youth and beauty's pride.
Happy, happy, happy pair!
None but the brave,
None but the brave,
None but the brave deserve the fair.

Tomorrow do thy worst, I have lived today.

Tomorrow do thy worst, I have lived today.

Roused by the lash of his own stubborn tail,
Our lion now will foreign foes assail.

Roused by the lash of his own stubborn tail,
Our lion now will foreign foes assail.

Those wanting wit affect gravity, and go by the name of solid men.

Those wanting wit affect gravity, and go by the name of solid men.

Lord of oneself, uncumbered with a name.

Lord of oneself, uncumbered with a name.