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?
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.
Great Pompey's shade complains that we are slow,
And Scipio's ghost walks unavenged amongst us!
Great Pompey's shade complains that we are slow,
And Scipio's ghost walks unavenged amongst us!
An ostentatious man will rather relate a blunder or an absurdity he has committed, than be debarred from talking of read more
An ostentatious man will rather relate a blunder or an absurdity he has committed, than be debarred from talking of his own dear person.
