Maxioms by Hannah More
No adulation; 'tis the death of virtue;
Who flatters, is of all mankind the lowest
Save he read more
No adulation; 'tis the death of virtue;
Who flatters, is of all mankind the lowest
Save he who courts the flattery.
Since trifles make the sum of human things,
And half our misery from our foibles springs;
Since read more
Since trifles make the sum of human things,
And half our misery from our foibles springs;
Since life's best joys consist in peace and ease,
And though but few can serve, yet all may please;
On, let th' ungentle spirit learn from hence,
A small unkindness is a great offence.
O jealousy,
Thou ugliest fiend of hell! thy deadly venom
Preys on my vitals, turns the healthful read more
O jealousy,
Thou ugliest fiend of hell! thy deadly venom
Preys on my vitals, turns the healthful hue
Of my flesh check to haggard sallowness,
And drinks my spirit up!
Small habits, well pursued betimes,
May reach the dignity of crimes.
Small habits, well pursued betimes,
May reach the dignity of crimes.
He liked those literary cooks
Who skim the cream of others' books;
And ruin half an author's read more
He liked those literary cooks
Who skim the cream of others' books;
And ruin half an author's graces
By plucking bon-mots from their places.
