Maxioms by John Dryden
Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; every little absence is an age.
Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; every little absence is an age.
Then hasten to be drunk, the business of the day.
Then hasten to be drunk, the business of the day.
According to her cloth she cut her coat.
According to her cloth she cut her coat.
She knows her man, and when you rant and swear,
Can draw you to her with a single hair.
She knows her man, and when you rant and swear,
Can draw you to her with a single hair.
His ignorance is encyclopedic.
His ignorance is encyclopedic.
