Maxioms by John Dryden
Swear, food, or starve; for the dilemma's even;
A tradesman thou! and hope to go to heaven?
Swear, food, or starve; for the dilemma's even;
A tradesman thou! and hope to go to heaven?
Drawn to the dregs of a democracy.
Drawn to the dregs of a democracy.
All objects lose by too familiar a view.
All objects lose by too familiar a view.
Roused by the lash of his own stubborn tail,
Our lion now will foreign foes assail.
Roused by the lash of his own stubborn tail,
Our lion now will foreign foes assail.
Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire.
Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire.
