Maxioms by Edward Young
Our birth is nothing but our death begun, As tapers waste the moment they take fire.
Our birth is nothing but our death begun, As tapers waste the moment they take fire.
Fond man! the vision of a moment made!
Dream of a dream! and shadow of a shade!
Fond man! the vision of a moment made!
Dream of a dream! and shadow of a shade!
When pain can't bless, heaven quits us in despair.
When pain can't bless, heaven quits us in despair.
The melancholy ghosts of dead renown,
Whispering faint echoes of the world's applause.
The melancholy ghosts of dead renown,
Whispering faint echoes of the world's applause.
Pygmies are pygmies still, though percht on Alps; And pyramids are pyramids in vales. Each man makes his own stature, read more
Pygmies are pygmies still, though percht on Alps; And pyramids are pyramids in vales. Each man makes his own stature, builds himself. Virtue alone outbuilds the Pyramids; Her monuments shall last when Egypt's fall. -Edward Young.
