Maxioms by John Dryden
Some truth there was, but dash'd and brew'd with lies,
To please the fools, and puzzle all the wise.
Some truth there was, but dash'd and brew'd with lies,
To please the fools, and puzzle all the wise.
A mob is the scum that rises upmost when the nation boils.
A mob is the scum that rises upmost when the nation boils.
He raised a mortal to the skies;
She drew an angel down.
He raised a mortal to the skies;
She drew an angel down.
Dreams are but interludes, which fancy makes;
When monarch reason sleeps, this mimic wakes.
Dreams are but interludes, which fancy makes;
When monarch reason sleeps, this mimic wakes.
Not aw'd to duty by superior sway.
Not aw'd to duty by superior sway.
