Maxioms by John Dryden
A knock-down argument; 'tis but a word and a blow.
A knock-down argument; 'tis but a word and a blow.
But Esau's hands suit ill with Jacob's voice.
But Esau's hands suit ill with Jacob's voice.
There is a pleasure, sure,
In being mad, which none but madmen know!
There is a pleasure, sure,
In being mad, which none but madmen know!
Nor can his blessed soul look down from heaven,
Or break the eternal sabbath of his rest.
Nor can his blessed soul look down from heaven,
Or break the eternal sabbath of his rest.
