Maxioms by John Dryden
Love taught him shame; and shame, with love at strife,
Soon taught the sweet civilities of life.
Love taught him shame; and shame, with love at strife,
Soon taught the sweet civilities of life.
Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; every little absence is an age.
Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; every little absence is an age.
Happy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own; he who, secure within, can say, read more
Happy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own; he who, secure within, can say, tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
Be nice to people on your way up because you might meet 'em on
your way down.
Be nice to people on your way up because you might meet 'em on
your way down.
