Maxioms by Edward Young
What most we wish, with ease we fancy near.
What most we wish, with ease we fancy near.
Then lady Cynthia, mistress of the shade,
Goes, with the fashionable owls, to bed.
Then lady Cynthia, mistress of the shade,
Goes, with the fashionable owls, to bed.
Sense is our helmet, wit is but the plume;
The plume exposes, 'tis our helmet saves.
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Sense is our helmet, wit is but the plume;
The plume exposes, 'tis our helmet saves.
Sense is the diamond, weighty, solid, sound;
When cut by wit, it casts a brighter beam;
Yet, wit apart, it is a diamond still.
The man of wisdom is the man of years.
The man of wisdom is the man of years.
A man of pleasure is a man of pains.
A man of pleasure is a man of pains.
