Maxioms by Edward Young
Narcissus is the glory of his race:
For who does nothing with a better grace?
Narcissus is the glory of his race:
For who does nothing with a better grace?
Be wise with speed; a fool at forty is a fool indeed
Be wise with speed; a fool at forty is a fool indeed
We nothing know, but what is marvellous;
Yet what is marvellous, we can't believe.
We nothing know, but what is marvellous;
Yet what is marvellous, we can't believe.
'Tis impious in a good man to be sad.
'Tis impious in a good man to be sad.
Fond man! the vision of a moment made!
Dream of a dream! and shadow of a shade!
Fond man! the vision of a moment made!
Dream of a dream! and shadow of a shade!
