Maxioms by William Cowper
How fleet is a glance of the mind!
Compared with the speed of its flight,
The tempest read more
How fleet is a glance of the mind!
Compared with the speed of its flight,
The tempest itself lags behind,
And the swift-winged arrows of light.
A billion here, a billion there, pretty soon it's real money.
A billion here, a billion there, pretty soon it's real money.
O for a lodge in some vast wilderness,
Some boundless contiguity of shade;
Where rumor of oppression read more
O for a lodge in some vast wilderness,
Some boundless contiguity of shade;
Where rumor of oppression and deceit,
Of unsuccessful or successful war,
Might never reach me more.
Pleasure admitted in undue degree
Enslaves the will, nor leaves the judgment free.
Pleasure admitted in undue degree
Enslaves the will, nor leaves the judgment free.
