John Dryden

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.

Happy the man, and happy he alone,
He, who can call to-day his own:
He who, secure read more

Happy the man, and happy he alone,
He, who can call to-day his own:
He who, secure within, can say,
Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have liv'd today.

Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting
different results.

Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting
different results.

A fiery soul, which, working out its way,
Fretted the pygmy-body to decay,
And o'er-informed the tenement read more

A fiery soul, which, working out its way,
Fretted the pygmy-body to decay,
And o'er-informed the tenement of clay.

All human things are subject to decay,
And when fate summons, monarchs must obey.

All human things are subject to decay,
And when fate summons, monarchs must obey.