Maxioms by John Dryden
There is a pleasure, sure,
In being mad, which none but madmen know!
There is a pleasure, sure,
In being mad, which none but madmen know!
Those wanting wit affect gravity, and go by the name of solid men.
Those wanting wit affect gravity, and go by the name of solid men.
When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered snow, They melted as they read more
When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered snow, They melted as they fell.
Some truth there was, but dash'd and brew'd with lies,
To please the fools, and puzzle all the wise.
Some truth there was, but dash'd and brew'd with lies,
To please the fools, and puzzle all the wise.
