Maxioms by John Dryden
And heaven had wanted one immortal song.
And heaven had wanted one immortal song.
There is a pleasure, sure,
In being mad, which none but madmen know!
There is a pleasure, sure,
In being mad, which none but madmen know!
The monarch oak, the patriarch of the trees,
Shoots rising up, and spreads by slow degrees.
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The monarch oak, the patriarch of the trees,
Shoots rising up, and spreads by slow degrees.
Three centuries he grows, and three he stays
Supreme in state; and in three more decays.
Boldness is a mask for fear, however great.
Boldness is a mask for fear, however great.
