Maxioms by John Dryden
But wild Ambition loves to slide, not stand,
And Fortune's ice prefers to Virtue's land.
But wild Ambition loves to slide, not stand,
And Fortune's ice prefers to Virtue's land.
Ill fortune seldom comes alone.
Ill fortune seldom comes alone.
A horrid stillness first invades the ear,
And in that silence we the tempest fear.
A horrid stillness first invades the ear,
And in that silence we the tempest fear.
Be nice to people on your way up because you might meet 'em on
your way down.
Be nice to people on your way up because you might meet 'em on
your way down.
Dreams are but interludes, which fancy makes;
When monarch reason sleeps, this mimic wakes.
Dreams are but interludes, which fancy makes;
When monarch reason sleeps, this mimic wakes.