A very merry, dancing, drinking,
Dryden John
Be kind to my remains; and oh defend,
Dryden John
Better to hunt in fields for health unbought
Dryden John
Death in itself is nothing; but we fear
Dryden John
Errors, like straws, upon the surface flow;
Dryden John
Fool, not to know that love endures no tie,
Dryden John
He was exhal'd; his great Creator drew
Dryden John
Ill habits gather by unseen degrees,--
Dryden John
Men met each other with erected look,
Dryden John
Our souls sit close and silently within,
Dryden John
So softly death succeeded life in her,
Dryden John
Wit will shine
Dryden John