Maxioms by John Dryden
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.
Content with poverty, my soul I arm;
And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.
Content with poverty, my soul I arm;
And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.
But genius must be born, and never can be taught.
But genius must be born, and never can be taught.
Such subtle covenants shall be made,
Till peace itself is war in masquerade.
Such subtle covenants shall be made,
Till peace itself is war in masquerade.
A knock-down argument; 'tis but a word and a blow.
A knock-down argument; 'tis but a word and a blow.
