Maxioms by John Dryden
Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; every little absence is an age.
Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; every little absence is an age.
Tomorrow do thy worst, I have lived today.
Tomorrow do thy worst, I have lived today.
What precious drops are those,
Which silently each other's track pursue,
Bright as young diamonds in their read more
What precious drops are those,
Which silently each other's track pursue,
Bright as young diamonds in their faint dew?
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.
Whistling to keep myself from being afraid.
Whistling to keep myself from being afraid.
