Maxioms by John Dryden
Roused by the lash of his own stubborn tail,
Our lion now will foreign foes assail.
Roused by the lash of his own stubborn tail,
Our lion now will foreign foes assail.
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.
Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.
Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.
To take up half on trust, and half to try,
Name it not faith but bungling bigotry.
To take up half on trust, and half to try,
Name it not faith but bungling bigotry.
Ill writers are usually the sharpest censors.
Ill writers are usually the sharpest censors.
