Maxioms by Matthew Prior
They always talk who never think, and who have the least to say.
They always talk who never think, and who have the least to say.
You tell your doctor, that y' are ill
And what does he, but write a bill,
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You tell your doctor, that y' are ill
And what does he, but write a bill,
Of which you need not read one letter,
The worse the scrawl, the dose the better.
For if you knew but what you take,
Though you recover, he must break.
Soft peace she brings, wherever she arrives:
She builds our quiet, as she forms our lives:
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Soft peace she brings, wherever she arrives:
She builds our quiet, as she forms our lives:
Lays the rough paths of peevish Nature even,
And opens in each heart a little Heaven.
Of two evils I have chose the least.
Of two evils I have chose the least.
Let him be kept from paper, pen, and ink;
So may he cease to write, and learn to think.
Let him be kept from paper, pen, and ink;
So may he cease to write, and learn to think.
