Maxioms by Edward Young
Woes cluster; rare are solitary woes;
They love a train, they tread each other's heel.
Woes cluster; rare are solitary woes;
They love a train, they tread each other's heel.
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.
What most we wish, with ease we fancy near.
What most we wish, with ease we fancy near.
The man that blushes is not quite a brute.
The man that blushes is not quite a brute.
One to destroy is murder by the law,
And gibbets keep the lifted hand in awe;
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One to destroy is murder by the law,
And gibbets keep the lifted hand in awe;
To murder thousands takes a specious name,
War's glorious art, and gives immortal fame.
