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		<title>Happy the Man &#8211; John Dryden</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[John Dryden 1631 &#8211; 1700 Happy the Man 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 [...]]]></description>
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John Dryden<br />
1631 &#8211; 1700</p>
<p><strong>Happy the Man</strong></p>
<p>Happy the man, and happy he alone,<br />
He who can call today his own:<br />
He who, secure within, can say,<br />
Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.<br />
Be fair or foul or rain or shine<br />
The joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are mine.<br />
Not Heaven itself upon the past has power,<br />
But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.</p>
<p><em>translating Horace (65 – 8 BC), <strong>Odes</strong>, Book III, xxix</em></p>
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