Maxioms by John Dryden
Since Heaven's eternal year is thine.
Since Heaven's eternal year is thine.
The clouds dispell'd, the sky resum'd her light,
And Nature stood recover'd of her fright.
But fear, read more
The clouds dispell'd, the sky resum'd her light,
And Nature stood recover'd of her fright.
But fear, the last of ills, remain'd behind,
And horrow heavy sat on every mind.
He raised a mortal to the skies;
She drew an angel down.
He raised a mortal to the skies;
She drew an angel down.
When Misfortune is asleep, let no one wake her.
[Lat., Quando la mala ventura se duerme, nadie la despierte.]
When Misfortune is asleep, let no one wake her.
[Lat., Quando la mala ventura se duerme, nadie la despierte.]
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.
