Maxioms by John Dryden
Wit will shine
Through the harsh cadence of a rugged line.
Wit will shine
Through the harsh cadence of a rugged line.
All, as they say, that glitters is not gold.
All, as they say, that glitters is not gold.
Happy the man, and happy he alone,
He, who can call to-day his own:
He who, secure read more
Happy the man, and happy he alone,
He, who can call to-day his own:
He who, secure within, can say,
Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have liv'd today.
Not aw'd to duty by superior sway.
Not aw'd to duty by superior sway.
But far more numerous was the herd of such,
Who think too little, and who talk too much.
But far more numerous was the herd of such,
Who think too little, and who talk too much.
