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From: VAX::LOU "Lou Burnard" 3-JAN-1989 10:05:59.98 To: ARCHIVE CC: Subj: dryden's annus From: CBS%UK.AC.BANGOR.COMPLAB.VAXA::V002 3-JAN-1989 10:04:58.99 To: lou CC: Subj: Via: UK.AC.BANGOR.VAXA; Tue, 3 Jan 89 10:03 GMT Date: 3-JAN-1989 10:02:04 GMT From: V002@UK.AC.BANGOR.COMPLAB.VAXA To: lou@UK.AC.OX.VAX In thriving arts long time had Holland grown, Crouching at home and cruel when abroad: Scarce leaving us the means to claim our own. Our king they courted and our merchants awed. Trade, which like blood should circularly fow, Stopped in their channels, found its freedom lost: Thither the wealth of all the world did go, And seemed but shipwrecked on so base a coast. For them alone the heavens had kindly heat, In eastern quarries ripening precious dew: For them the Idumoean balm did sweat, And in hot Ceylon spicy forests grew. The sun but seeemed the lobourer of their year; Each waxing moon supplied her watery store, To swell those tides, which from the line di . . .
