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.
Then lady Cynthia, mistress of the shade,
Goes, with the fashionable owls, to bed.
Then lady Cynthia, mistress of the shade,
Goes, with the fashionable owls, to bed.
A man I knew who lived upon a smile,
And well it fed him; he look'd plump and fair,
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A man I knew who lived upon a smile,
And well it fed him; he look'd plump and fair,
While rankest venom foam'd through every vein.
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.
The qualities all in a bee that we meet,
In an epigram never should fail;
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The qualities all in a bee that we meet,
In an epigram never should fail;
The body should always be little and sweet,
And a sting should be felt in its tail.