Maxioms by Charles Churchill
Who, to patch up his fame--or fill his purse--
Still pilfers wretched plans, and makes them worse;
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Who, to patch up his fame--or fill his purse--
Still pilfers wretched plans, and makes them worse;
Like gypsies, lest the stolen brat be known,
Defacing first, then claiming for his own.
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.
Men the most infamous are fond of fame,
And those who fear not guilt, yet start at shame.
Men the most infamous are fond of fame,
And those who fear not guilt, yet start at shame.
Everyone has his besetting sin.
Everyone has his besetting sin.
Nor waste their sweetness in the desert air.
Nor waste their sweetness in the desert air.
