Maxioms by John Dryden
To take up half on trust, and half to try,
Name it not faith but bungling bigotry.
To take up half on trust, and half to try,
Name it not faith but bungling bigotry.
Our souls sit close and silently within,
And their own web from their own entrails spin;
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Our souls sit close and silently within,
And their own web from their own entrails spin;
And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such,
That, spider like, we feel the tenderest touch.
Be nice to people on your way up because you might meet 'em on
your way down.
Be nice to people on your way up because you might meet 'em on
your way down.
For those whom God to ruin has designed
He fits for fate, and first destroys their mind.
For those whom God to ruin has designed
He fits for fate, and first destroys their mind.
Ever a glutton, at another's cost,
But in whose kitchen dwells perpetual frost.
Ever a glutton, at another's cost,
But in whose kitchen dwells perpetual frost.