John Dryden

For those whom God to ruin has designed
He fits for fate, and first destroys their mind.

For those whom God to ruin has designed
He fits for fate, and first destroys their mind.

Ev'n wit's a burthen, when it talks too long.

Ev'n wit's a burthen, when it talks too long.

And kind as kings upon their coronation day.

And kind as kings upon their coronation day.

Doeg, though without knowing how or why,
Made a still a blundering kind of melody;
Spurr'd boldly read more

Doeg, though without knowing how or why,
Made a still a blundering kind of melody;
Spurr'd boldly on, and dash'd through thick and thin,
Through sense and nonsense, never out nor in;
Free from all meaning whether good or bad,
And in one word, heroically mad.

Trust on and think To-morrow will repay;
To-morrow's falser than the former day;
Lies worse; and while read more

Trust on and think To-morrow will repay;
To-morrow's falser than the former day;
Lies worse; and while it says, we shall be blest
With some new Joys, cuts off what we possest.