Maxioms by Edward Young
A man of pleasure is a man of pains.
A man of pleasure is a man of pains.
And can eternity belong to me,
Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour?
And can eternity belong to me,
Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour?
Oh, how portentous is prosperity!
How comet-like, it threatens while it shines.
Oh, how portentous is prosperity!
How comet-like, it threatens while it shines.
