Maxioms by John Dryden
He raised a mortal to the skies;
She drew an angel down.
He raised a mortal to the skies;
She drew an angel down.
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.
Him of the western dome, whose weighty sense
Flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence.
Him of the western dome, whose weighty sense
Flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence.
Errors, like straws, upon the surface flow;
He who would search for pearls, must dive below.
Errors, like straws, upon the surface flow;
He who would search for pearls, must dive below.
Damn'd neuters, in their middle way of steering,
Are neither fish, nor flesh, nor good red herring.
Damn'd neuters, in their middle way of steering,
Are neither fish, nor flesh, nor good red herring.
