Maxioms by William Cowper
Ten thousand casks,
Forever dribbling out their base contents,
Touch'd by the Midas finger of the state,
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Ten thousand casks,
Forever dribbling out their base contents,
Touch'd by the Midas finger of the state,
Bleed gold for ministers to sport away.
Drink, and be mad then; 'tis your country bids!
If most of us are ashamed of shabby clothes and shoddy furniture,
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If most of us are ashamed of shabby clothes and shoddy furniture,
let us be more ashamed of shabby ideas and shoddy
philosophies. . . . It would be a sad situation if the wrapper
were better than the meat wrapped inside it.
It chills my blood to hear the blest Supreme Rudely appealed to on each trifling theme.
It chills my blood to hear the blest Supreme Rudely appealed to on each trifling theme.
'Tis Providence alone secures
In every change both mine and yours.
'Tis Providence alone secures
In every change both mine and yours.
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.
