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.
Amongst the sons of men how few are known
Who dare be just to merit not their own.
Amongst the sons of men how few are known
Who dare be just to merit not their own.
Friends I have made, whom Envy must commend,
But not one foe whom I would wish a friend.
Friends I have made, whom Envy must commend,
But not one foe whom I would wish a friend.
No statesman e'er will find it worth his pains
To tax our labours and excise our brains.
No statesman e'er will find it worth his pains
To tax our labours and excise our brains.
The more haste, ever the worst speed.
The more haste, ever the worst speed.
