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.

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.

His ignorance is encyclopedic.

His ignorance is encyclopedic.

But Esau's hands suit ill with Jacob's voice.

But Esau's hands suit ill with Jacob's voice.

Ill news is wing'd with fate, and flies apace.

Ill news is wing'd with fate, and flies apace.