Maxioms by John Dryden
Not aw'd to duty by superior sway.
Not aw'd to duty by superior sway.
Our souls sit close and silently within,
And their own web from their own entrails spin;
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Our souls sit close and silently within,
And their own web from their own entrails spin;
And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such,
That, spider like, we feel the tenderest touch.
For who can be secure of private right,
If sovereign sway may be dissolved by might?
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For who can be secure of private right,
If sovereign sway may be dissolved by might?
Nor is the people's judgment always true:
The most may err as grossly as the few.
And heaven had wanted one immortal song.
And heaven had wanted one immortal song.
And nobler is a limited command,
Given by the love of all your native land,
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And nobler is a limited command,
Given by the love of all your native land,
Than a successive title, long and dark,
Drawn from the mouldy rolls of Noah's Ark.