Maxioms by John Dryden
But Esau's hands suit ill with Jacob's voice.
But Esau's hands suit ill with Jacob's voice.
Doeg, though without knowing how or why,
Made a still a blundering kind of melody;
Spurr'd boldly read more
Doeg, though without knowing how or why,
Made a still a blundering kind of melody;
Spurr'd boldly on, and dash'd through thick and thin,
Through sense and nonsense, never out nor in;
Free from all meaning whether good or bad,
And in one word, heroically mad.
Drawn to the dregs of a democracy.
Drawn to the dregs of a democracy.
Whatever he did, was done with so much ease,
In him alone 'twas natural to please.
Whatever he did, was done with so much ease,
In him alone 'twas natural to please.
