Maxioms by John Dryden
Tomorrow do thy worst, I have lived today.
Tomorrow do thy worst, I have lived today.
Ill habits gather by unseen degrees,As brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.
Ill habits gather by unseen degrees,As brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.
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.
He who trusts secrets to a servant makes him his master.
He who trusts secrets to a servant makes him his master.
Beware the fury of a patient man. -John Dryden.
Beware the fury of a patient man. -John Dryden.
