Maxioms by John Dryden
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.
At home the hateful names of parties cease,
And factious souls are wearied into peace.
At home the hateful names of parties cease,
And factious souls are wearied into peace.
A very merry, dancing, drinking,
Laughing, quaffing, and unthinking time.
A very merry, dancing, drinking,
Laughing, quaffing, and unthinking time.
Let fortune empty her whole quiver on me.
I have a soul that, like an ample shield,
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Let fortune empty her whole quiver on me.
I have a soul that, like an ample shield,
Can take in all, and verge enough for more.
