Maxioms by Edward Young
All men think all men mortal, but themselves.
All men think all men mortal, but themselves.
What folly can be ranker. Like our shadows,
Our wishes lengthen as our sun declines.
What folly can be ranker. Like our shadows,
Our wishes lengthen as our sun declines.
Procrastination is the thief of time.
Procrastination is the thief of time.
Like our shadows, Our wishes lengthen as our sun declines.
Like our shadows, Our wishes lengthen as our sun declines.
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.
