Maxioms by Edward Young
We nothing know, but what is marvellous;
Yet what is marvellous, we can't believe.
We nothing know, but what is marvellous;
Yet what is marvellous, we can't believe.
An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave; legions of angels can't confine me there.
An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave; legions of angels can't confine me there.
He that's ungrateful has no guilt but one;
All other crimes may pass for virtues in him.
He that's ungrateful has no guilt but one;
All other crimes may pass for virtues in him.
I've known my lady (for she loves a tune)
For fevers take an opera in June:
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I've known my lady (for she loves a tune)
For fevers take an opera in June:
And, though perhaps you'll think the practice bold,
A midnight park is sov'reign for a cold.
