Maxioms by John Dryden
When beauty fires the blood, how love exalts the mind!
When beauty fires the blood, how love exalts the mind!
Better shun the bait than struggle in the snare.
Better shun the bait than struggle in the snare.
The winds that never moderation knew,
Afraid to blow too much, too faintly blew;
Or out of read more
The winds that never moderation knew,
Afraid to blow too much, too faintly blew;
Or out of breath with joy, could not enlarge
Their straighten'd lungs or conscious of their charge.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the radiant sun,
Is Nature's eye.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the radiant sun,
Is Nature's eye.
Whistling to keep myself from being afraid.
Whistling to keep myself from being afraid.
