Maxioms by Joseph Addison
Is there not some chosen curse,
Some hidden thunder in the stores of heaven,
Red with uncommon read more
Is there not some chosen curse,
Some hidden thunder in the stores of heaven,
Red with uncommon wrath, to blast the man
Who owes his greatness to his country's ruin?
On you, my lord, with anxious fear I wait,
And from your judgment must expect my fate.
On you, my lord, with anxious fear I wait,
And from your judgment must expect my fate.
The ideal man bears the accidents of life with dignity and grace,
the best of circumstances.
The ideal man bears the accidents of life with dignity and grace,
the best of circumstances.
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?
Sweet are the slumbers of the virtuous man!
Sweet are the slumbers of the virtuous man!
