Maxioms by John Dryden
For friendship, of itself a holy tie,
Is made more sacred by adversity.
For friendship, of itself a holy tie,
Is made more sacred by adversity.
God never made His work for man to mend.
God never made His work for man to mend.
Long stood the noble youth oppress'd with awe,
And stupid at the wondrous things he saw,
Surpassing read more
Long stood the noble youth oppress'd with awe,
And stupid at the wondrous things he saw,
Surpassing common faith, transgressing nature's law.
She knows her man, and when you rant and swear,
Can draw you to her with a single hair.
She knows her man, and when you rant and swear,
Can draw you to her with a single hair.
And heaven had wanted one immortal song.
And heaven had wanted one immortal song.
