Maxioms by John Dryden
But genius must be born, and never can be taught.
But genius must be born, and never can be taught.
When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered snow, They melted as they read more
When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered snow, They melted as they fell.
They who write ill, and they who ne'er durst write,
Turn critics out of mere revenge and spite.
They who write ill, and they who ne'er durst write,
Turn critics out of mere revenge and spite.
Not aw'd to duty by superior sway.
Not aw'd to duty by superior sway.
The love of liberty with life is given,
And life itself the inferior gift of Heaven.
The love of liberty with life is given,
And life itself the inferior gift of Heaven.
