Maxioms by Edward Young
Those who build beneath the stars build too low.
Those who build beneath the stars build too low.
Their feet through faithless leather met the dirt,
And oftener chang'd their principles than shirt.
Their feet through faithless leather met the dirt,
And oftener chang'd their principles than shirt.
Thou art so witty, profligate and thin,
At once we think thee Satan, Death and Sin.
Thou art so witty, profligate and thin,
At once we think thee Satan, Death and Sin.
A land of levity is a land of guilt.
A land of levity is a land of guilt.
When pain can't bless, heaven quits us in despair.
When pain can't bless, heaven quits us in despair.
