Maxioms by William Cowper
The rout is Folly's circle, which she draws
With magic wand. So potent is the spell,
That read more
The rout is Folly's circle, which she draws
With magic wand. So potent is the spell,
That none decoy'd into that fatal ring,
Unless by Heaven's peculiar grace, escape.
There we grow early gray, but never wise.
No tree in all the grove but has its charms,
Though each its hue peculiar.
No tree in all the grove but has its charms,
Though each its hue peculiar.
Fanaticism, the false fire of an overheated mind.
Fanaticism, the false fire of an overheated mind.
The sounding jargon of the schools.
The sounding jargon of the schools.
His wit invites you by his looks to come,
But when you knock, it never is at home.
His wit invites you by his looks to come,
But when you knock, it never is at home.
