Maxioms by Charles Churchill
All soils are not fertile.
All soils are not fertile.
With curious art the brain, too finely wrought,
Preys on herself, and is destroyed by thought.
With curious art the brain, too finely wrought,
Preys on herself, and is destroyed by thought.
Men the most infamous are fond of fame,
And those who fear not guilt, yet start at shame.
Men the most infamous are fond of fame,
And those who fear not guilt, yet start at shame.
His voice no touch of harmony admits,
Irregularly deep, and shrill by fits.
The two extremes appear read more
His voice no touch of harmony admits,
Irregularly deep, and shrill by fits.
The two extremes appear like man and wife
Coupled together for the sake of strife.
Like the dreams,
Children of night, of indigestion bred.
Like the dreams,
Children of night, of indigestion bred.
