Maxioms by Edward Young
Is there a tongue like Delia's o'er her cup,
That runs for ages without winding up?
Is there a tongue like Delia's o'er her cup,
That runs for ages without winding up?
Woes cluster; rare are solitary woes;
They love a train, they tread each other's heel.
Woes cluster; rare are solitary woes;
They love a train, they tread each other's heel.
Early, bright, transient, chaste, as morning dew
She sparkled, was exhal'd, and went to heaven.
Early, bright, transient, chaste, as morning dew
She sparkled, was exhal'd, and went to heaven.
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.
