The works of John Dryden, now first collected in eighteen volumes. Volume 14Dryden, John
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The works of John Dryden, now first collected in eighteen volumes. Volume 14
Dryden, John
English literature
was thought by a poet to be one of the requisites to a happy life.
Why should a reasonable man put it into the power of Fortune to make
him miserable, when his ancestors have taken care to release him from
her? Let him venture, says Horace, _qui zonam perdidit_. He, who has
nothing, plays securely; for he may win, and cannot be poorer if he
loses: but he who is born to a plentiful estate, and is ambitious of
offices at court, sets a stake to Fortune, which she can seldom answer.
If he gains nothing, he loses all, or part of what was once his own;
and, if he gets, he cannot be certain but he may refund. In short,
however he succeeds, it is covetousness that induced him first to play;
and covetousness is the undoubted sign of ill sense at bottom. The odds
are against him, that he loses; and one loss may be of more consequence
to him than all his former winnings. It is like the present war of
the Christians against the Turk: every year they gain a victory, and
by that a town; but, if they are once defeated, they lose a province
at a blow, and endanger the safety of the whole empire. You, my lord,
enjoy your quiet in a garden, where you have not only the leisure of
thinking, but the pleasure to think of nothing which can discompose
your mind. A good conscience is a port which is land-locked on every
side, and where no winds can possibly invade, no tempests can arise.
There a man may stand upon the shore, and not only see his own image,
but that of his Maker, clearly reflected from the undisturbed and
silent waters. Reason was intended for a blessing; and such it is to
men of honour and integrity, who desire no more than what they are
able to give themselves; like the happy old Corycian, whom my author
describes in his Fourth Georgic, whose fruits and sallads, on which he
lived contented, were all of his own growth, and his own plantation.
Virgil seems to think, that the blessings of a country-life are not
complete without an improvement of knowledge by contemplation and
reading:
_O fortunatos nimium, sua si bona nôrint,
Agricolas!_
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