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."
Temp'rate in every place--abroad, at home,
Thence will applause, and hence will profit come;
And health from read more
Temp'rate in every place--abroad, at home,
Thence will applause, and hence will profit come;
And health from either--he in time prepares
For sickness, age, and their attendant cares.
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?
"What is a church?"--Our honest sexton tells,
'Tis a tall building, with a tower and bells.
"What is a church?"--Our honest sexton tells,
'Tis a tall building, with a tower and bells.
