Maxioms by Edward Young
Nothing but what astonishes is true.
Nothing but what astonishes is true.
A soul without reflection, like a pile
Without inhabitant, to ruin runs.
A soul without reflection, like a pile
Without inhabitant, to ruin runs.
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.
