Maxioms by Joseph Addison
Thanks to the gods! my boy has done his duty.
Thanks to the gods! my boy has done his duty.
Better to die ten thousand deaths,
Than wound my honour.
Better to die ten thousand deaths,
Than wound my honour.
For whereso'er I turn my ravished eyes,
Gay gilded scenes and shining prospects rise;
Poetic fields encompass read more
For whereso'er I turn my ravished eyes,
Gay gilded scenes and shining prospects rise;
Poetic fields encompass me around,
And still I seem to tread on classic ground.
A man must be both stupid and uncharitable who believes there is no virtue or truth but on his own read more
A man must be both stupid and uncharitable who believes there is no virtue or truth but on his own side.
The dawn is overcast, the morning lowers,
And heavily in clouds brings on the day,
The great, read more
The dawn is overcast, the morning lowers,
And heavily in clouds brings on the day,
The great, the important day, big with the fate
Of Cato, and of Rome.