Maxioms by Charles Churchill
The Scots are poor, cries surly English pride;
True is the charge, nor by themselves denied.
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The Scots are poor, cries surly English pride;
True is the charge, nor by themselves denied.
Are they not then in strictest reason clear,
Who wisely come to mend their fortunes here?
Patience is sorrow's salve.
Patience is sorrow's salve.
Man and wife,
Coupled together for the sake of strife.
Man and wife,
Coupled together for the sake of strife.
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.
The rigid saint, by whom no mercy's shown
To saints whose lives are better than his own.
The rigid saint, by whom no mercy's shown
To saints whose lives are better than his own.
