Maxioms by John Dryden
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.
Our souls sit close and silently within,
And their own web from their own entrails spin;
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Our souls sit close and silently within,
And their own web from their own entrails spin;
And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such,
That, spider like, we feel the tenderest touch.
The fool of nature stood with stupid eyes
And gaping mouth, that testified surprise.
The fool of nature stood with stupid eyes
And gaping mouth, that testified surprise.
God never made His work for man to mend.
God never made His work for man to mend.
And heaven had wanted one immortal song.
And heaven had wanted one immortal song.
