Maxioms by Charles Churchill
With that malignant envy which turns pale,
And sickens, even if a friend prevail.
With that malignant envy which turns pale,
And sickens, even if a friend prevail.
To vanish nonsense with the charms of sound.
To vanish nonsense with the charms of sound.
Patience is sorrow's salve.
Patience is sorrow's salve.
He's of stature somewhat low--
Your hero always should be tall, you know.
He's of stature somewhat low--
Your hero always should be tall, you know.
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.
