Samuel Johnson,
The Lives of the Most Eminent English Poets
(1794)
“ While you so smoothly turn and roll our sphere, That rapid motion does but rest appear. For as in nature's swiftness, with the throng Of flying orbs while ours is borne along, All seems at rest to the deluded eye, Mov'd by the soul of the same harmony: So carry'd on by your unwearied care, We rest in peace, and yet in motion share. To this succeed four lines, which perhaps afford Dryden's first attempt at those penetrating remarks on human nature, for which he seems to have been peculiarly formed: Let envy then those crimes within you see, From which the happy never must be free ”

