Maxioms by John Dryden
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.
Happy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own; he who, secure within, can say, read more
Happy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own; he who, secure within, can say, tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
And heaven had wanted one immortal song.
And heaven had wanted one immortal song.
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.
When beauty fires the blood, how love exalts the mind!
When beauty fires the blood, how love exalts the mind!
