Maxioms by George Crabbe
Void of all honor, avaricious, rash,
The daring tribe compound their boasted trash--
Tincture of syrup, lotion, read more
Void of all honor, avaricious, rash,
The daring tribe compound their boasted trash--
Tincture of syrup, lotion, drop, or pill;
All tempt the sick to trust the lying bill.
To sigh, yet not recede; to grieve, yet not repent!
To sigh, yet not recede; to grieve, yet not repent!
Habit with him was all the test of truth;
"It must be right: I've done it from my youth."
Habit with him was all the test of truth;
"It must be right: I've done it from my youth."
But monument themselves memorials need.
But monument themselves memorials need.
