Maxioms by George Crabbe
Void of all honor, avaricious, rash,
The daring tribe compound their boasted trash--
Tincture of syrup, lotion, read more
Void of all honor, avaricious, rash,
The daring tribe compound their boasted trash--
Tincture of syrup, lotion, drop, or pill;
All tempt the sick to trust the lying bill.
A sly old fish, too cunning for the hook.
A sly old fish, too cunning for the hook.
Anger makes us strong, Blind and impatient, And it leads us wrong; The strength is quickly lost; We feel the read more
Anger makes us strong, Blind and impatient, And it leads us wrong; The strength is quickly lost; We feel the error long.
But 'twas a maxim he had often tried,
That right was right, and there he would abide.
But 'twas a maxim he had often tried,
That right was right, and there he would abide.
"What is a church?" Let Truth and reason speak,
They would reply, "The faithful, pure and meek,
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"What is a church?" Let Truth and reason speak,
They would reply, "The faithful, pure and meek,
From Christian folds, the one selected race,
Of all professions, and in every place."