Maxioms by Sir John Denham
Night was our friend, our leader was Despair.
Night was our friend, our leader was Despair.
Who fears not to do ill fears the name,
And free from conscience, is a slave to fame.
Who fears not to do ill fears the name,
And free from conscience, is a slave to fame.
I kept on digging the hole deeper and deeper looking for the
treasure chest until I finally lifted my read more
I kept on digging the hole deeper and deeper looking for the
treasure chest until I finally lifted my head, looked up and
realized that I had dug my own grave.
Sure there are poets which did never dream
Upon Parnassus, nor did taste the stream
Of Helicon; read more
Sure there are poets which did never dream
Upon Parnassus, nor did taste the stream
Of Helicon; we therefore may suppose
Those made not poets, but the poets those.
Nothing happens until something moves.
Nothing happens until something moves.
