Maxioms by John Dryden
Then hasten to be drunk, the business of the day.
Then hasten to be drunk, the business of the day.
Ill news is wing'd with fate, and flies apace.
Ill news is wing'd with fate, and flies apace.
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.
She hugged the offender, and forgave the offense,
Sex to the last.
She hugged the offender, and forgave the offense,
Sex to the last.
Skill'd in the globe and sphere, he gravely stands,
And, with his compass, measures seas and lands.
Skill'd in the globe and sphere, he gravely stands,
And, with his compass, measures seas and lands.
