Maxioms by John Dryden
Nor can his blessed soul look down from heaven,
Or break the eternal sabbath of his rest.
Nor can his blessed soul look down from heaven,
Or break the eternal sabbath of his rest.
So liv'd our sires, ere doctors learn'd to kill,
And multiplied with theirs the weekly bill.
So liv'd our sires, ere doctors learn'd to kill,
And multiplied with theirs the weekly bill.
With ravish'd ears
The monarch hears,
Assumes the god,
Affects to nod,
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With ravish'd ears
The monarch hears,
Assumes the god,
Affects to nod,
And seems to shake the spheres.
But Esau's hands suit ill with Jacob's voice.
But Esau's hands suit ill with Jacob's voice.
