Maxioms by John Dryden
The clouds dispell'd, the sky resum'd her light,
And Nature stood recover'd of her fright.
But fear, read more
The clouds dispell'd, the sky resum'd her light,
And Nature stood recover'd of her fright.
But fear, the last of ills, remain'd behind,
And horrow heavy sat on every mind.
So liv'd our sires, ere doctors learn'd to kill,
And multiplied with theirs the weekly bill.
So liv'd our sires, ere doctors learn'd to kill,
And multiplied with theirs the weekly bill.
God never made His work for man to mend.
God never made His work for man to mend.
Forgiveness to the injured does belong,
But they ne'er pardon who have done the wrong.
Forgiveness to the injured does belong,
But they ne'er pardon who have done the wrong.
