Maxioms by John Dryden
When beauty fires the blood, how love exalts the mind!
When beauty fires the blood, how love exalts the mind!
All, as they say, that glitters is not gold.
All, as they say, that glitters is not gold.
The winds that never moderation knew,
Afraid to blow too much, too faintly blew;
Or out of read more
The winds that never moderation knew,
Afraid to blow too much, too faintly blew;
Or out of breath with joy, could not enlarge
Their straighten'd lungs or conscious of their charge.
A mob is the scum that rises upmost when the nation boils.
A mob is the scum that rises upmost when the nation boils.
