Maxioms by Charles Churchill
Ne'er blush'd, unless, in spreading vice's snares,
She blunder'd on some virtue unawares.
Ne'er blush'd, unless, in spreading vice's snares,
She blunder'd on some virtue unawares.
No statesman e'er will find it worth his pains
To tax our labours and excise our brains.
No statesman e'er will find it worth his pains
To tax our labours and excise our brains.
Like the dreams,
Children of night, of indigestion bred.
Like the dreams,
Children of night, of indigestion bred.
Care must be taken that the punishment does not exceed the
offence.
Care must be taken that the punishment does not exceed the
offence.
