Maxioms by William Cowper
His wit invites you by his looks to come,
But when you knock, it never is at home.
His wit invites you by his looks to come,
But when you knock, it never is at home.
Exactness is the sublimity of fools.
[Fr., L'exactitude est le sublime des sots.]
Exactness is the sublimity of fools.
[Fr., L'exactitude est le sublime des sots.]
Fanaticism, the false fire of an overheated mind.
Fanaticism, the false fire of an overheated mind.
God made the country, and man made the town.
God made the country, and man made the town.
I am monarch of all I survey,
My right there is none to dispute,
From the centre read more
I am monarch of all I survey,
My right there is none to dispute,
From the centre all round to the sea,
I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
