An Epicurean contribution from Dryden and Handel
War, he sung, is toil and trouble, Honour but an empty bubble, Never ending, still beginning, Fighting still, and still destroying; If the world be worth thy winning, Think, oh think it worth enjoying, Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the Gods provide thee. War he sung. . . da capo From Dryden’s …
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