Maxioms by Edward Young
How his eyes languish! how his thoughts adore
That painted coat, which Joseph never wore!
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How his eyes languish! how his thoughts adore
That painted coat, which Joseph never wore!
He shows, on holidays, a sacred pin,
That touch'd the ruff, that touched Queen Bess' chin.
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."
'Tis impious in a good man to be sad.
'Tis impious in a good man to be sad.
He calls his wish, it comes; he sends it back,
And says he called another; that arrives,
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He calls his wish, it comes; he sends it back,
And says he called another; that arrives,
Meets the same welcome; yet he still calls on;
Till one calls him, who varies not his call,
But holds him fast, in chains of darkness bound,
Till Nature dies, and judgment sets him free;
A freedom far less welcome than this chain.
