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?
A man I knew who lived upon a smile,
And well it fed him; he look'd plump and fair,
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A man I knew who lived upon a smile,
And well it fed him; he look'd plump and fair,
While rankest venom foam'd through every vein.
A man of pleasure is a man of pains.
A man of pleasure is a man of pains.
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.
Procrastination is the thief of time.
Procrastination is the thief of time.
