Maxioms by Matthew Prior
In vain I trusted that the flowing bowl
Would banish sorrow, and enlarge the soul.
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In vain I trusted that the flowing bowl
Would banish sorrow, and enlarge the soul.
To the late revel, and protracted feast,
Wild dreams succeeded, and disorder'd rest.
Odds life! must one swear to the truth of a song?
Odds life! must one swear to the truth of a song?
Variety alone gives joy;
The sweetest meats the soonest cloy.
Variety alone gives joy;
The sweetest meats the soonest cloy.
Do not unto another that which you would not he should do unto
you.
Do not unto another that which you would not he should do unto
you.
They always talk who never think, and who have the least to say.
They always talk who never think, and who have the least to say.
