SOUL, rule thy passions, dry thy weeping eyes, Thou, breath of Heav'n, should'st earthly cares despise: When fiercest troubles thus disturb thy rest, To their assaults oppose a constant breast. O'er Fortune's pow'r then shalt thou have command: So rocks unmov'd 'gainst beating surges stand. Nor boast, if in this conflict thou o'ercome, Or when subdu'd, poorly lament at home. Think, having cause to grieve, or to rejoice, No course of human things is in thy choice. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON PLAYWRIGHT (1) by BEN JONSON DRAKE'S DRUM by HENRY JOHN NEWBOLT THE SEA by BRYAN WALLER PROCTER IN MEMORY OF AGOSTINO ISOLA, OF CAMBRIDGE, WHO DIED 1797 by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS PSALM 81 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |