Maxioms by Charles Churchill
His thirst he slakes at some pure neighboring brook,
Nor seeks for sauce where Appetite stands cook.
His thirst he slakes at some pure neighboring brook,
Nor seeks for sauce where Appetite stands cook.
Oh! how many torments lie in the small circle of a wedding ring.
Oh! how many torments lie in the small circle of a wedding ring.
Who all in raptures their own works rehearse,
And drawl out measur'd prose, which they call verse.
Who all in raptures their own works rehearse,
And drawl out measur'd prose, which they call verse.
And if you mean to profit, learn to please.
And if you mean to profit, learn to please.
Constant attention wears the active mind,
Blots out our pow'rs, and leaves a blank behind.
Constant attention wears the active mind,
Blots out our pow'rs, and leaves a blank behind.
