John Dryden (Джон Драйден)

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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. 

1. Epilogue to Henry II
2. On Mrs. Margaret Paston, of Barningham, in Norfolk
3. Upon Young Mr. Rogers, of Gloucestershire
4. Epitaph on a Nephew in Catworth Church, Huntingdonshire
5. On the Monument of the Marquis of Winchester

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