Maxioms by Edward Young
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.
A man of pleasure is a man of pains.
A man of pleasure is a man of pains.
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.
Woes cluster; rare are solitary woes;
They love a train, they tread each other's heel.
Woes cluster; rare are solitary woes;
They love a train, they tread each other's heel.
Man wants but little, nor that little long;
How soon must he resign his very dust,
Which read more
Man wants but little, nor that little long;
How soon must he resign his very dust,
Which frugal nature lent him for an hour!
