Maxioms by John Dryden
And heaven had wanted one immortal song.
And heaven had wanted one immortal song.
Content with poverty, my soul I arm;
And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.
Content with poverty, my soul I arm;
And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.
The people's prayer, the glad diviner's theme!
The young men's vision, and the old men's dream.
The people's prayer, the glad diviner's theme!
The young men's vision, and the old men's dream.
A man so various, that he seem'd to be
Not one, but all mankind's epitome;
Stiff in read more
A man so various, that he seem'd to be
Not one, but all mankind's epitome;
Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong.
Was everything by starts, and nothing long;
But in the course of one revolving moon,
Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon.
Beware the fury of a patient man.
Beware the fury of a patient man.
