Maxioms by Edward Young
A soul without reflection, like a pile
Without inhabitant, to ruin runs.
A soul without reflection, like a pile
Without inhabitant, to ruin runs.
Is there a tongue like Delia's o'er her cup,
That runs for ages without winding up?
Is there a tongue like Delia's o'er her cup,
That runs for ages without winding up?
Wishing, of all employments is the worst.
Wishing, of all employments is the worst.
Amid my list of blessings infinite,
Stands this the foremost, "That my heart has bled."
Amid my list of blessings infinite,
Stands this the foremost, "That my heart has bled."
To "leave a sting within a brother's heart.".
To "leave a sting within a brother's heart.".
