Maxioms by Edward Young
Britannia's shame! There took her gloomy flight,
On wing impetuous, a black sullen soul . . .
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Britannia's shame! There took her gloomy flight,
On wing impetuous, a black sullen soul . . .
Less base the fear of death than fear of life.
O Britain! infamous for suicide.
Affliction is the good man's shining scene;
Prosperity conceals his brightest ray;
As night to stars, woe read more
Affliction is the good man's shining scene;
Prosperity conceals his brightest ray;
As night to stars, woe lustre gives to man.
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?
An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave; legions of angels can't confine me there.
An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave; legions of angels can't confine me there.
