Maxioms by John Dryden
According to her cloth she cut her coat.
According to her cloth she cut her coat.
Rich the treasure,
Sweet the pleasure,
Sweet is pleasure after pain.
Rich the treasure,
Sweet the pleasure,
Sweet is pleasure after pain.
Roused by the lash of his own stubborn tail,
Our lion now will foreign foes assail.
Roused by the lash of his own stubborn tail,
Our lion now will foreign foes assail.
Better shun the bait than struggle in the snare.
Better shun the bait than struggle in the snare.
Not heaven itself upon the past has power;
But what has been, has been, and I have had my read more
Not heaven itself upon the past has power;
But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.
