Happy the woman, and happy she alone,

She who can call today her own.

She 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 mine.

Not Heaven itself upon the past has power,

But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.


John Dryden (1631 – 1700)