John Dryden

“ As Streams, through Mines, bear Tincture of their Ore.
While Emp'rique Politicians use deceipt,
Hide what they give, and cure but by a cheat;
You boldly shew that Skill which they pretend,
And work by means as noble as your end:
Which should you veil, we might unwind the clue,
As Men do Nature, till we came to you. ”

“ But Trees for shade, and Flo'wrs to court the sight;
Sometimes the Hill submits it self awhile
In small descents, which do its height beguile;
And sometimes mounts, but so as billows play,
Whose rise not hinders but makes short our way. ”

“ He leaves his Light and by Reflection shines.
Justice, that sits and frowns where publick Laws
Exclude soft Mercy from a private cause,
In your Tribunal most her self does please;
There only smiles because she lives at ease ”