Maxioms by George Crabbe
Jane borrow'd maxims from a doubting school,
And took for truth the test of ridicule;
Lucy saw read more
Jane borrow'd maxims from a doubting school,
And took for truth the test of ridicule;
Lucy saw no such virtue in a jest,
Truth was with her of ridicule the test.
Feel you the barren flattery of a rhyme?
Can poets soothe you, when you pine for bread,
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Feel you the barren flattery of a rhyme?
Can poets soothe you, when you pine for bread,
By winding myrtle round your ruin'd shed?
His patient soul endures what Heav'n ordains,
But neither feels nor fears ideal pains.
His patient soul endures what Heav'n ordains,
But neither feels nor fears ideal pains.
The wife was pretty, trifling, childish, weak;
She could not think, but would not cease to speak.
The wife was pretty, trifling, childish, weak;
She could not think, but would not cease to speak.
