Maxioms by John Dryden
Sooth'd with the sound, the king grew vain:
Fought all his battles o'er again;
And thrice he read more
Sooth'd with the sound, the king grew vain:
Fought all his battles o'er again;
And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain.
Murder may pass unpunish'd for a time,
But tardy justice will o'ertake the crime.
Murder may pass unpunish'd for a time,
But tardy justice will o'ertake the crime.
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.
Ill news is wing'd with fate, and flies apace.
Ill news is wing'd with fate, and flies apace.
