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.
Like our shadows, Our wishes lengthen as our sun declines.
Like our shadows, Our wishes lengthen as our sun declines.
When pain can't bless, heaven quits us in despair.
When pain can't bless, heaven quits us in despair.
Wishing, of all employments is the worst.
Wishing, of all employments is the worst.
He calls his wish, it comes; he sends it back,
And says he called another; that arrives,
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He calls his wish, it comes; he sends it back,
And says he called another; that arrives,
Meets the same welcome; yet he still calls on;
Till one calls him, who varies not his call,
But holds him fast, in chains of darkness bound,
Till Nature dies, and judgment sets him free;
A freedom far less welcome than this chain.
