Maxioms by William Cowper
Could he with reason murmur at his case,
Himself sole author of his own disgrace?
Could he with reason murmur at his case,
Himself sole author of his own disgrace?
On the summit see,
The seals of office glitter in his eyes;
He climbs, he pants, he read more
On the summit see,
The seals of office glitter in his eyes;
He climbs, he pants, he grasps them! At his heels,
Close at his heels, a demagogue ascends,
And with a dexterous jerk soon twists him down,
And wins them, but to lose them in his turn.
He is the freeman whom the truth makes free,
And all are slaves besides.
He is the freeman whom the truth makes free,
And all are slaves besides.
Slaves cannot breathe in England; if their lungs
Receive our air, that moment they are free;
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Slaves cannot breathe in England; if their lungs
Receive our air, that moment they are free;
They touch our country, and their shackles fall.
Wit, now and then, struck smartly, shows a spark.
Wit, now and then, struck smartly, shows a spark.
