Maxioms by John Dryden
Since Heaven's eternal year is thine.
Since Heaven's eternal year is thine.
Joy rul'd the day, and Love the night.
Joy rul'd the day, and Love the night.
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.
For friendship, of itself a holy tie,
Is made more sacred by adversity.
For friendship, of itself a holy tie,
Is made more sacred by adversity.
