John Dryden ( 10 of 157 )
Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; every little absence is an age.
Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; every little absence is an age.
Rich the treasure,
Sweet the pleasure,
Sweet is pleasure after pain.
Rich the treasure,
Sweet the pleasure,
Sweet is pleasure after pain.
Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.
Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the radiant sun,
Is Nature's eye.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the radiant sun,
Is Nature's eye.
To take up half on trust, and half to try,
Name it not faith but bungling bigotry.
To take up half on trust, and half to try,
Name it not faith but bungling bigotry.
Drawn to the dregs of a democracy.
Drawn to the dregs of a democracy.
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.
Ill news is wing'd with fate, and flies apace.
Ill news is wing'd with fate, and flies apace.
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.
