In this the seat our Conqueror has given? And this the climate we must change for heaven? These Regions and this realm my wars have got The mournful … - John Dryden

Where'e're I go, my Soul shall stay with thee:
'Tis but my Shadow I take away...

So easie still it proves in Factious Times,
With publick Zeal to cancel private Crimes:
How safe is Treason, and how sacred ill,
Where none can sin against the Peoples Will:
Where Crouds can wink; and no offence be known,
Since in anothers guilt they find their own.

When I consider Life, 'tis all a cheat;
Yet, fooled with hope, men favour the deceit;
Trust on, and think to-morrow will repay:
To-morrow's falser than the former day;
Lies worse; and while it says, we shall be blest
With some new joys, cuts off what we possesst.