Maxioms by Edward Young
We nothing know, but what is marvellous;
Yet what is marvellous, we can't believe.
We nothing know, but what is marvellous;
Yet what is marvellous, we can't believe.
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.
When pain can't bless, heaven quits us in despair.
When pain can't bless, heaven quits us in despair.
To "leave a sting within a brother's heart.".
To "leave a sting within a brother's heart.".
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?
