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Happy the man, and happy he alone, He who can call today his own: He who, secure within, can say, Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today. Be fair or foul or rain or shine The joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are mine. Not Heaven itself upon the past has power, But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.
John Dryden’s other poems:
- A Song (High State and Honours to others impart)
- On the Monument of the Marquis of Winchester
- Epitaph on Sir Palmes Fairborne’s Tomb in Westminster Abbey
- Epitaph on a Nephew in Catworth Church, Huntingdonshire
- To John Hoddesdon, on his Divine Epigrams
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