Maxioms by Edward Young
Can wealth give happiness? look round and see
What gay distress! what splendid misery!
Whatever fortunes lavishly read more
Can wealth give happiness? look round and see
What gay distress! what splendid misery!
Whatever fortunes lavishly can pour,
The mind annihilates, and calls for more.
And can eternity belong to me,
Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour?
And can eternity belong to me,
Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour?
The man that blushes is not quite a brute.
The man that blushes is not quite a brute.
A dearth of words a woman need not fear;
But 'tis a task indeed to learn to hear:
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A dearth of words a woman need not fear;
But 'tis a task indeed to learn to hear:
In that the skill of conversation lies;
That shows and makes you both polite and wise.
A soul without reflection, like a pile
Without inhabitant, to ruin runs.
A soul without reflection, like a pile
Without inhabitant, to ruin runs.
