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.
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.
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.
