Maxioms by John Dryden
The habit does not make the monk.
[Lat., Cucullus (or Cuculla) non facit monachum.]
The habit does not make the monk.
[Lat., Cucullus (or Cuculla) non facit monachum.]
And heaven had wanted one immortal song.
And heaven had wanted one immortal song.
And kind as kings upon their coronation day.
And kind as kings upon their coronation day.
She hugged the offender, and forgave the offense,
Sex to the last.
She hugged the offender, and forgave the offense,
Sex to the last.
Maintain your post: That's all the fame you need;
For 'tis impossible you should proceed.
Maintain your post: That's all the fame you need;
For 'tis impossible you should proceed.
