Song from The Indian Emperor
by John Dryden
Ah, fading joy, how quickly art thou past!
Yet we thy ruin haste.
As if the cares of human life were few,
We seek out new:
And follow fate, which would too fast pursue.
See how on every bough the birds express
In their sweet notes their happiness.
They all enjoy and nothing spare;
But on their mother nature lay their care.
Why then should man, the lord of all below,
Such troubles choose to know
As none of all his subjects undergo?
Hark, hark, the waters fall, fall, fall,
And with a murmuring sound
Dash, dash upon the ground,
To gentle slumbers call.
Dryden, John, 1631-1700.
The Indian emperour, or, The conquest of Mexico by the Spaniards. Being the sequel of The Indian queen. By John Dryden Esq;
London : printed by J[ohn]. M[acock]. for H. Herringman at the sign of the Blew Anchor in the lower walk of the New Exchange, 1667.
4to., , 68,  p. ; with a final epilogue leaf.
Wing (CD-ROM, 1996), D2288. Macdonald, H. John Dryden, 69a
Numerous separate editions, to c. 1800,
No copy in the PL.
Chart showing the number of references in each month of the diary’s entries.