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.
A horrid stillness first invades the ear,
And in that silence we the tempest fear.
A horrid stillness first invades the ear,
And in that silence we the tempest fear.
For friendship, of itself a holy tie,
Is made more sacred by adversity.
For friendship, of itself a holy tie,
Is made more sacred by adversity.
Then hasten to be drunk, the business of the day.
Then hasten to be drunk, the business of the day.
Beware the fury of a patient man.
Beware the fury of a patient man.
