Maxioms by John Dryden
And after hearing what our Church can say,
If still our reason runs another way,
That private read more
And after hearing what our Church can say,
If still our reason runs another way,
That private reason 'tis more just to curb,
Than by disputes the public peace disturb;
For points obscure are of small use to learn,
But common quiet is mankind's concern.
Tomorrow do thy worst, I have lived today.
Tomorrow do thy worst, I have lived today.
A fiery soul, which, working out its way,
Fretted the pygmy-body to decay,
And o'er-informed the tenement read more
A fiery soul, which, working out its way,
Fretted the pygmy-body to decay,
And o'er-informed the tenement of clay.
Look around the habitable world, how few
Know their own good, or knowing it, pursue.
Look around the habitable world, how few
Know their own good, or knowing it, pursue.
