Maxioms by Edward Young
Procrastination is the thief of time: Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of read more
Procrastination is the thief of time: Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene
Titles are marks of honest men, and wise:
The fool or knave that wears a title lies.
Titles are marks of honest men, and wise:
The fool or knave that wears a title lies.
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.
What most we wish, with ease we fancy near.
What most we wish, with ease we fancy near.
