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.
A man of pleasure is a man of pains.
A man of pleasure is a man of pains.
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.
When pain can't bless, heaven quits us in despair.
When pain can't bless, heaven quits us in despair.
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.
