Maxioms by John Dryden
Thespis, the first professor of our art,
At country wakes snug ballads from a cart.
Thespis, the first professor of our art,
At country wakes snug ballads from a cart.
Not aw'd to duty by superior sway.
Not aw'd to duty by superior sway.
For your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to me.
For your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to me.
'Tis Fate that flings the dice,
And as she flings
Of kings makes peasants,
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'Tis Fate that flings the dice,
And as she flings
Of kings makes peasants,
And of peasants kings.
Youth should watch joys and shoot them as they fly.
Youth should watch joys and shoot them as they fly.
