Maxioms by John Dryden
And all to leave what with his toil he won,
To that unfeather'd two-legged thing, a son.
And all to leave what with his toil he won,
To that unfeather'd two-legged thing, a son.
Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.
Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.
A mob is the scum that rises upmost when the nation boils.
A mob is the scum that rises upmost when the nation boils.
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.
Ill writers are usually the sharpest censors.
Ill writers are usually the sharpest censors.
