Maxioms by John Dryden
He who trusts secrets to a servant makes him his master.
He who trusts secrets to a servant makes him his master.
Look around the habitable world, how few
Know their own good, or knowing it, pursue.
Look around the habitable world, how few
Know their own good, or knowing it, pursue.
At every close she made, th' attending throng
Replied, and bore the burden of the song:
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At every close she made, th' attending throng
Replied, and bore the burden of the song:
So just, so small, yet in so sweet a note,
It seemed the music melted in the throat.
When beauty fires the blood, how love exalts the mind!
When beauty fires the blood, how love exalts the mind!
Whatever is, is in its causes just.
Whatever is, is in its causes just.
