Maxioms by George Crabbe
Come, now again, thy woes impart,
Tell all thy sorrows, all thy sin;
We cannot heal the read more
Come, now again, thy woes impart,
Tell all thy sorrows, all thy sin;
We cannot heal the throbbing heart
Will we discern the wounds within.
But 'twas a maxim he had often tried,
That right was right, and there he would abide.
But 'twas a maxim he had often tried,
That right was right, and there he would abide.
From powerful causes spring the empiric's gains,
Man's love of life, his weakness, and his pains;
These read more
From powerful causes spring the empiric's gains,
Man's love of life, his weakness, and his pains;
These first induce him the vile trash to try,
Then lend his name, that other men may buy.
In this fool's paradise, he drank delight.
In this fool's paradise, he drank delight.
