Maxioms by John Dryden
All objects lose by too familiar a view.
All objects lose by too familiar a view.
Roused by the lash of his own stubborn tail,
Our lion now will foreign foes assail.
Roused by the lash of his own stubborn tail,
Our lion now will foreign foes assail.
And all at Worcester but the honour lost.
And all at Worcester but the honour lost.
Let fortune empty her whole quiver on me.
I have a soul that, like an ample shield,
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Let fortune empty her whole quiver on me.
I have a soul that, like an ample shield,
Can take in all, and verge enough for more.
A very merry, dancing, drinking,
Laughing, quaffing, and unthinking time.
A very merry, dancing, drinking,
Laughing, quaffing, and unthinking time.
