Maxioms by Joseph Addison
Sunday clears away the rust of the whole week.
Sunday clears away the rust of the whole week.
The stars shall fade away, the sun himself
Grow dim with age, and nature sink in years,
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The stars shall fade away, the sun himself
Grow dim with age, and nature sink in years,
But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth,
Unhurt amidst the wars of elements,
The wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds.
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.
Content thyself to be obscurely good.
When vice prevails and impious men bear away,
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Content thyself to be obscurely good.
When vice prevails and impious men bear away,
The post of honor is a private station.
Nothing is more amiable than true modesty, and nothing more contemptible than the false
Nothing is more amiable than true modesty, and nothing more contemptible than the false
