Maxioms by Edward Young
Who does the best that circumstance allows,
Does well, acts nobly, angels could no more.
Who does the best that circumstance allows,
Does well, acts nobly, angels could no more.
Man wants but little, nor that little long;
How soon must he resign his very dust,
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Man wants but little, nor that little long;
How soon must he resign his very dust,
Which frugal nature lent him for an hour!
An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave; legions of angels can't confine me there.
An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave; legions of angels can't confine me there.
Their feet through faithless leather met the dirt,
And oftener chang'd their principles than shirt.
Their feet through faithless leather met the dirt,
And oftener chang'd their principles than shirt.
Affliction is the good man's shining scene;
Prosperity conceals his brightest ray;
As night to stars, woe read more
Affliction is the good man's shining scene;
Prosperity conceals his brightest ray;
As night to stars, woe lustre gives to man.
