Maxioms by William Cowper
He comes, the herald of a noisy world,
With spatter'd boots, strapp'd waist, and frozen locks;
News read more
He comes, the herald of a noisy world,
With spatter'd boots, strapp'd waist, and frozen locks;
News from all nations lumbering at his back.
Praise enough
To fill the ambition of a private man,
That Chatham's language was his mother-tongue.
Praise enough
To fill the ambition of a private man,
That Chatham's language was his mother-tongue.
Where tempests never beat nor billows roar.
Where tempests never beat nor billows roar.
The mind, relaxing into needful sport,
Should turn to writers of an abler sort,
Whose wit well read more
The mind, relaxing into needful sport,
Should turn to writers of an abler sort,
Whose wit well managed, and whose classic style,
Give truth a lustre, and make wisdom smile.
When admirals extoll'd for standing still,
Of doing nothing with a deal of skill.
When admirals extoll'd for standing still,
Of doing nothing with a deal of skill.
