Maxioms by John Dryden
For friendship, of itself a holy tie,
Is made more sacred by adversity.
For friendship, of itself a holy tie,
Is made more sacred by adversity.
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.
Errors, like straws, upon the surface flow;
He who would search for pearls, must dive below.
Errors, like straws, upon the surface flow;
He who would search for pearls, must dive below.
