Maxioms by Edward Young
The melancholy ghosts of dead renown,
Whispering faint echoes of the world's applause.
The melancholy ghosts of dead renown,
Whispering faint echoes of the world's applause.
Early, bright, transient, chaste, as morning dew
She sparkled, was exhal'd, and went to heaven.
Early, bright, transient, chaste, as morning dew
She sparkled, was exhal'd, and went to heaven.
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.
