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.

Then hasten to be drunk, the business of the day.

Then hasten to be drunk, the business of the day.

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.

Skill'd in the globe and sphere, he gravely stands,
And, with his compass, measures seas and lands.

Skill'd in the globe and sphere, he gravely stands,
And, with his compass, measures seas and lands.

Lord of oneself, uncumbered with a name.

Lord of oneself, uncumbered with a name.