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.
Oh, my friend, it's not what they take away from you that counts.
It's what you do with what read more
Oh, my friend, it's not what they take away from you that counts.
It's what you do with what you have left.
Man may dismiss compassion from his heart, but God never will.
Man may dismiss compassion from his heart, but God never will.
Our wasted oil unprofitably burns,
Like hidden lamps in old sepulchral urns.
Our wasted oil unprofitably burns,
Like hidden lamps in old sepulchral urns.