Maxioms by John Dryden
But far more numerous was the herd of such,
Who think too little, and who talk too much.
But far more numerous was the herd of such,
Who think too little, and who talk too much.
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.
She knows her man, and when you rant and swear,
Can draw you to her with a single hair.
She knows her man, and when you rant and swear,
Can draw you to her with a single hair.
Ill fortune seldom comes alone.
Ill fortune seldom comes alone.
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.
