Maxioms by Joseph Addison
The honors of this world, what are they but puff, and emptiness,
and peril of falling?
The honors of this world, what are they but puff, and emptiness,
and peril of falling?
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.
Everything that is new or uncommon raises a pleasure in the imagination, because it fills the soul with an agreeable read more
Everything that is new or uncommon raises a pleasure in the imagination, because it fills the soul with an agreeable surprise, gratifies its curiosity, and gives it an idea of which it was not before possessed.
See they suffer death,
But in their deaths remember they are men,
Strain not the laws to read more
See they suffer death,
But in their deaths remember they are men,
Strain not the laws to make their tortures grievous.
