Maxioms by George Crabbe
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?
Oh, Conscience! Conscience! man's most faithful friend,
Him canst thou comfort, ease, relieve, defend;
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Oh, Conscience! Conscience! man's most faithful friend,
Him canst thou comfort, ease, relieve, defend;
But if he will thy friendly checks forego,
Thou art, oh! woe for me, his deadliest foe!
To sigh, yet not recede; to grieve, yet not repent!
To sigh, yet not recede; to grieve, yet not repent!
A sly old fish, too cunning for the hook.
A sly old fish, too cunning for the hook.
