Maxioms by Edward Young
A man I knew who lived upon a smile,
And well it fed him; he look'd plump and fair,
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A man I knew who lived upon a smile,
And well it fed him; he look'd plump and fair,
While rankest venom foam'd through every vein.
And can eternity belong to me,
Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour?
And can eternity belong to me,
Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour?
Who does the best that circumstance allows,
Does well, acts nobly, angels could no more.
Who does the best that circumstance allows,
Does well, acts nobly, angels could no more.
An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave; legions of angels can't confine me there.
An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave; legions of angels can't confine me there.
The man that blushes is not quite a brute.
The man that blushes is not quite a brute.
