Maxioms by Edward Young
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.
A soul without reflection, like a pile
Without inhabitant, to ruin runs.
A soul without reflection, like a pile
Without inhabitant, to ruin runs.
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.
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.
The man that blushes is not quite a brute.
The man that blushes is not quite a brute.
