Maxioms by George Crabbe
Through the sharp air a flaky torrent flies,
Mocks the slow sight, and hides the gloomy skies;
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Through the sharp air a flaky torrent flies,
Mocks the slow sight, and hides the gloomy skies;
The fleecy clouds their chilly bosoms bare,
And shed their substance on the floating air.
Oh! rather give me commentators plain,
Who with no deep researches vex the brain;
Who from the read more
Oh! rather give me commentators plain,
Who with no deep researches vex the brain;
Who from the dark and doubtful love to run,
And hold their glimmering tapers to the sun.
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.
Feed the musician, and he's out of tune
Feed the musician, and he's out of tune
The coward never on himself relies,
But to an equal for assistance flies.
The coward never on himself relies,
But to an equal for assistance flies.
