Maxioms by William Cowper
Unless a love of virtue light the flame,
Satire is, more than those he brands, to blame;
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Unless a love of virtue light the flame,
Satire is, more than those he brands, to blame;
He hides behind a magisterial air
He own offences, and strips others' bare.
No, Freedom has a thousand charms to show
That slaves, howe'er contented, never know.
No, Freedom has a thousand charms to show
That slaves, howe'er contented, never know.
Prison'd in a parlour snug and small,
Like bottled wasps upon a southern wall.
Prison'd in a parlour snug and small,
Like bottled wasps upon a southern wall.
Wisdom and goodness are twin-born, one heart
Must hold both sisters, never seen apart.
Wisdom and goodness are twin-born, one heart
Must hold both sisters, never seen apart.
The man that hails you Tom or Jack,
And proves by thumps upon your back
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The man that hails you Tom or Jack,
And proves by thumps upon your back
How he esteems your merit,
Is such a friend, that one had need
Be very much his friend indeed
To pardon or to bear it.
