Maxioms by Edward Young
Like our shadows, Our wishes lengthen as our sun declines.
Like our shadows, Our wishes lengthen as our sun declines.
'Tis impious in a good man to be sad.
'Tis impious in a good man to be sad.
Can wealth give happiness? look round and see
What gay distress! what splendid misery!
Whatever fortunes lavishly read more
Can wealth give happiness? look round and see
What gay distress! what splendid misery!
Whatever fortunes lavishly can pour,
The mind annihilates, and calls for more.
The melancholy ghosts of dead renown,
Whispering faint echoes of the world's applause.
The melancholy ghosts of dead renown,
Whispering faint echoes of the world's applause.
He rams his quill with scandal and with scoff,
But 'tis so very foul, it won't go off.
He rams his quill with scandal and with scoff,
But 'tis so very foul, it won't go off.
