Maxioms by John Dryden
He who trusts secrets to a servant makes him his master.
He who trusts secrets to a servant makes him his master.
'Tis Fate that flings the dice,
And as she flings
Of kings makes peasants,
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'Tis Fate that flings the dice,
And as she flings
Of kings makes peasants,
And of peasants kings.
Forgiveness to the injured does belong,
But they ne'er pardon who have done the wrong.
Forgiveness to the injured does belong,
But they ne'er pardon who have done the wrong.
Maintain your post: That's all the fame you need;
For 'tis impossible you should proceed.
Maintain your post: That's all the fame you need;
For 'tis impossible you should proceed.
