Maxioms by Edward Young
'Tis impious in a good man to be sad.
'Tis impious in a good man to be sad.
An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave; legions of angels can't confine me there.
An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave; legions of angels can't confine me there.
A land of levity is a land of guilt.
A land of levity is a land of guilt.
On the soft bed of luxury most kingdoms have expired.
On the soft bed of luxury most kingdoms have expired.
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.
