John Dryden

So liv'd our sires, ere doctors learn'd to kill,
And multiplied with theirs the weekly bill.

So liv'd our sires, ere doctors learn'd to kill,
And multiplied with theirs the weekly bill.

It is a madness to make fortune the mistress of events, because in herself she is nothing, but is ruled read more

It is a madness to make fortune the mistress of events, because in herself she is nothing, but is ruled by prudence.

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.

Damn'd neuters, in their middle way of steering,
Are neither fish, nor flesh, nor good red herring.

Damn'd neuters, in their middle way of steering,
Are neither fish, nor flesh, nor good red herring.

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.