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.
More verses by John Dryden
- To His Sacred Majesty. A Panegyric On His Coronation
- London After The Great Fire, 1666
- Prologue For The Women, When They Acted At The Old Theatre, Lincoln's-Inn-Fields
- To My Honoured Kinsman John Driden, Of Chesterton, In The County Of Huntingdon, Esq.
- Prologue To His Royal Highness, Upon His First Appearance At The Duke's Theatre After His Return From Scotland.