Maxioms by Edward Young
Man wants but little, nor that little long;
How soon must he resign his very dust,
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Man wants but little, nor that little long;
How soon must he resign his very dust,
Which frugal nature lent him for an hour!
A soul without reflection, like a pile
Without inhabitant, to ruin runs.
A soul without reflection, like a pile
Without inhabitant, to ruin runs.
On the soft bed of luxury most kingdoms have expired.
On the soft bed of luxury most kingdoms have expired.
