Maxioms by Matthew Prior
For hope is but the dream of those that wake. -Matthew Prior.
For hope is but the dream of those that wake. -Matthew Prior.
The winds grow high;
Impending tempests charge the sky;
The lightning flies, the thunder roars;
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The winds grow high;
Impending tempests charge the sky;
The lightning flies, the thunder roars;
And big waves lash the frightened shores.
Instinct and reason how can we divide?
'Tis the fool's ignorance, and the pedant's pride.
Instinct and reason how can we divide?
'Tis the fool's ignorance, and the pedant's pride.
Though bitter, good medicine cures illness. Though it may hurt,
loyal criticism will have beneficial effects.
Though bitter, good medicine cures illness. Though it may hurt,
loyal criticism will have beneficial effects.
