Maxioms by John Dryden
Dreams are but interludes, which fancy makes;
When monarch reason sleeps, this mimic wakes.
Dreams are but interludes, which fancy makes;
When monarch reason sleeps, this mimic wakes.
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.
Murder may pass unpunish'd for a time,
But tardy justice will o'ertake the crime.
Murder may pass unpunish'd for a time,
But tardy justice will o'ertake the crime.
According to her cloth she cut her coat.
According to her cloth she cut her coat.
Ill fortune seldom comes alone.
Ill fortune seldom comes alone.
