Maxioms by William Congreve
By magic numbers and persuasive sound.
By magic numbers and persuasive sound.
Defer not till to-morrow to be wise,
To-morrow's Sun to thee may never rise;
Or should to-morrow read more
Defer not till to-morrow to be wise,
To-morrow's Sun to thee may never rise;
Or should to-morrow chance to cheer thy sight
With her enlivening and unlook'd for light,
How grateful will appear her dawning rays!
As favours unexpected doubly please.
Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing, though the overtaking and possessing of a read more
Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing, though the overtaking and possessing of a wish discovers the folly of the chase.
What, wouldst thou have me turn pelican, and feed thee out of my
own vitals?
What, wouldst thou have me turn pelican, and feed thee out of my
own vitals?
