Maxioms by Joseph Addison
Why wilt thou add to all the griefs I suffer
Imaginary ills, and fancy'd tortures?
Why wilt thou add to all the griefs I suffer
Imaginary ills, and fancy'd tortures?
What sculpture is to a block of marble, education is to the soul.
What sculpture is to a block of marble, education is to the soul.
Men may change their climate, but they cannot change their nature. A man that goes out a fool cannot ride read more
Men may change their climate, but they cannot change their nature. A man that goes out a fool cannot ride or sail himself into common sense.
Let echo, too, perform her part,
Prolonging every note with art;
And in a low expiring strain,
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Let echo, too, perform her part,
Prolonging every note with art;
And in a low expiring strain,
Play all the comfort o'er again.
I will indulge my sorrows, and give way
To all the pangs and fury of despair.
I will indulge my sorrows, and give way
To all the pangs and fury of despair.
