Maxioms by Edward Young
He rams his quill with scandal and with scoff,
But 'tis so very foul, it won't go off.
He rams his quill with scandal and with scoff,
But 'tis so very foul, it won't go off.
What most we wish, with ease we fancy near.
What most we wish, with ease we fancy near.
Narcissus is the glory of his race:
For who does nothing with a better grace?
Narcissus is the glory of his race:
For who does nothing with a better grace?
Like our shadows, Our wishes lengthen as our sun declines.
Like our shadows, Our wishes lengthen as our sun declines.
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?
