John Dryden

Whistling to keep myself from being afraid.

Whistling to keep myself from being afraid.

Rich the treasure,
Sweet the pleasure,
Sweet is pleasure after pain.

Rich the treasure,
Sweet the pleasure,
Sweet is pleasure after pain.

And heaven had wanted one immortal song.

And heaven had wanted one immortal song.

And nobler is a limited command,
Given by the love of all your native land,
Than a read more

And nobler is a limited command,
Given by the love of all your native land,
Than a successive title, long and dark,
Drawn from the mouldy rolls of Noah's Ark.

Nor can his blessed soul look down from heaven,
Or break the eternal sabbath of his rest.

Nor can his blessed soul look down from heaven,
Or break the eternal sabbath of his rest.