Welcome as kindly showers to the long parched earth.

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More from John Dryden

He was exhal’d; his great Creator drew
His spirit, as the sun the morning dew.

But wild Ambition loves to slide, not stand,
And Fortune’s ice prefers to Virtue’s land.

She hugg’d the offender, and forgave the offence:
Sex to the last.

A very merry, dancing, drinking,
Laughing, quaffing, and unthinking time.

The Secular Masque. Line 40.

The people’s prayer, the glad diviner’s theme,
The young men’s vision, and the old men’s dream!