Maxioms by Charles Churchill
Ne'er blush'd, unless, in spreading vice's snares,
She blunder'd on some virtue unawares.
Ne'er blush'd, unless, in spreading vice's snares,
She blunder'd on some virtue unawares.
Greatly his foes he dreads, but more his friends,
He hurts me most who lavishly commends.
Greatly his foes he dreads, but more his friends,
He hurts me most who lavishly commends.
But, spite of all the criticising elves,
Those who would make us feel, must feel themselves.
But, spite of all the criticising elves,
Those who would make us feel, must feel themselves.
And if you mean to profit, learn to please.
And if you mean to profit, learn to please.
And reputation bleeds in ev'ry word.
And reputation bleeds in ev'ry word.
