Maxioms by George Crabbe
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.
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."
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.
