Maxioms by Edward Young
Like birds, whose beauties languish half concealed,
Till, mounted on the wing, their glossy plumes
Expanded, shine read more
Like birds, whose beauties languish half concealed,
Till, mounted on the wing, their glossy plumes
Expanded, shine with azure, green and gold;
How blessings brighten as they take their flight.
'Tis impious in a good man to be sad.
'Tis impious in a good man to be sad.
Procrastination is the thief of time.
Procrastination is the thief of time.
He that's ungrateful has no guilt but one;
All other crimes may pass for virtues in him.
He that's ungrateful has no guilt but one;
All other crimes may pass for virtues in him.
A land of levity is a land of guilt.
A land of levity is a land of guilt.
