Maxioms by Edward Young
All men think all men mortal, but themselves.
All men think all men mortal, but themselves.
'Tis impious in a good man to be sad.
'Tis impious in a good man to be sad.
Narcissus is the glory of his race:
For who does nothing with a better grace?
Narcissus is the glory of his race:
For who does nothing with a better grace?
The man that blushes is not quite a brute.
The man that blushes is not quite a brute.
Much learning shows how little mortals know:
Much wealth, how little worldlings can enjoy.
Much learning shows how little mortals know:
Much wealth, how little worldlings can enjoy.
