Maxioms by John Dryden
Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.
Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.
There is a pleasure, sure,
In being mad, which none but madmen know!
There is a pleasure, sure,
In being mad, which none but madmen know!
Out of the solar walk and Heaven's highway.
Out of the solar walk and Heaven's highway.
They who write ill, and they who ne'er durst write,
Turn critics out of mere revenge and spite.
They who write ill, and they who ne'er durst write,
Turn critics out of mere revenge and spite.
Creator Venus, genial power of love,
The bliss of men below, and gods above!
Beneath the sliding read more
Creator Venus, genial power of love,
The bliss of men below, and gods above!
Beneath the sliding sun thou runn'st thy race,
Dost fairest shine, and best become thy place;
For thee the winds their eastern blasts forbear,
Thy mouth reveals the spring, and opens all the year;
Thee, goddess, thee, the storms of winter fly,
Earth smiles with flowers renewing, laughs the sky.
