Maxioms by John Dryden
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.
Ill news is wing'd with fate, and flies apace.
Ill news is wing'd with fate, and flies apace.
Since Heaven's eternal year is thine.
Since Heaven's eternal year is thine.
But Esau's hands suit ill with Jacob's voice.
But Esau's hands suit ill with Jacob's voice.
The habit does not make the monk.
[Lat., Cucullus (or Cuculla) non facit monachum.]
The habit does not make the monk.
[Lat., Cucullus (or Cuculla) non facit monachum.]
