Maxioms by William Cowper
Exactness is the sublimity of fools.
[Fr., L'exactitude est le sublime des sots.]
Exactness is the sublimity of fools.
[Fr., L'exactitude est le sublime des sots.]
Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise,
We love the play-place of our early days;
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Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise,
We love the play-place of our early days;
The scene is touching, and the heart is stone,
That feels not at that sight, and feels at none.
But truths on which depends our main concern,
That 'tis our shame and misery not to learn,
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But truths on which depends our main concern,
That 'tis our shame and misery not to learn,
Shine by the side of every path we tread
With such a lustre he that runs may read.
Doing good,
Disinterested good, is not our trade.
Doing good,
Disinterested good, is not our trade.
