Maxioms by Edward Young
A land of levity is a land of guilt.
A land of levity is a land of guilt.
A soul without reflection, like a pile
Without inhabitant, to ruin runs.
A soul without reflection, like a pile
Without inhabitant, to ruin runs.
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.
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.
O how loud
It calls devotion! genuine growth of night!
Devotion! daughter of Astronomy!
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O how loud
It calls devotion! genuine growth of night!
Devotion! daughter of Astronomy!
As undevout Astronomer is mad.
