Maxioms by George Crabbe
Habit with him was all the test of truth;
"It must be right: I've done it from my youth."
Habit with him was all the test of truth;
"It must be right: I've done it from my youth."
To sigh, yet not recede; to grieve, yet not repent!
To sigh, yet not recede; to grieve, yet not repent!
The face the index of a feeling mind.
The face the index of a feeling mind.
From powerful causes spring the empiric's gains,
Man's love of life, his weakness, and his pains;
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From powerful causes spring the empiric's gains,
Man's love of life, his weakness, and his pains;
These first induce him the vile trash to try,
Then lend his name, that other men may buy.
