Maxioms by John Dryden
Such subtle covenants shall be made,
Till peace itself is war in masquerade.
Such subtle covenants shall be made,
Till peace itself is war in masquerade.
Ill fortune seldom comes alone.
Ill fortune seldom comes alone.
Swear, food, or starve; for the dilemma's even;
A tradesman thou! and hope to go to heaven?
Swear, food, or starve; for the dilemma's even;
A tradesman thou! and hope to go to heaven?
He raised a mortal to the skies;
She drew an angel down.
He raised a mortal to the skies;
She drew an angel down.
Dreams are but interludes, which fancy makes;
When monarch reason sleeps, this mimic wakes.
Dreams are but interludes, which fancy makes;
When monarch reason sleeps, this mimic wakes.