Maxioms by Edward Young
He calls his wish, it comes; he sends it back,
And says he called another; that arrives,
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He calls his wish, it comes; he sends it back,
And says he called another; that arrives,
Meets the same welcome; yet he still calls on;
Till one calls him, who varies not his call,
But holds him fast, in chains of darkness bound,
Till Nature dies, and judgment sets him free;
A freedom far less welcome than this chain.
Like our shadows, Our wishes lengthen as our sun declines.
Like our shadows, Our wishes lengthen as our sun declines.
Their feet through faithless leather met the dirt,
And oftener chang'd their principles than shirt.
Their feet through faithless leather met the dirt,
And oftener chang'd their principles than shirt.
The qualities all in a bee that we meet,
In an epigram never should fail;
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The qualities all in a bee that we meet,
In an epigram never should fail;
The body should always be little and sweet,
And a sting should be felt in its tail.
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?
