Maxioms by John Dryden
For those whom God to ruin has designed
He fits for fate, and first destroys their mind.
For those whom God to ruin has designed
He fits for fate, and first destroys their mind.
But genius must be born, and never can be taught.
But genius must be born, and never can be taught.
Joy rul'd the day, and Love the night.
Joy rul'd the day, and Love the night.
Great wits are sure to madness near allied,
And thin partitions do their bounds divide.
Great wits are sure to madness near allied,
And thin partitions do their bounds divide.
And all to leave what with his toil he won,
To that unfeather'd two-legged thing, a son.
And all to leave what with his toil he won,
To that unfeather'd two-legged thing, a son.
