Maxioms by William Cowper
Seek to delight, that they may mend mankind.
And, while they captivate, inform the mind.
Seek to delight, that they may mend mankind.
And, while they captivate, inform the mind.
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.
Detested sport,
That owes its pleasures to another's pain.
Detested sport,
That owes its pleasures to another's pain.
How soft the music of those village bells,
Falling at interval upon the ear
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How soft the music of those village bells,
Falling at interval upon the ear
In cadence sweet; now dying all away,
Now pealing loud again, and louder still,
Clear and sonorous, as the gale comes on!
With easy force it opens all the cells
Where Memory slept.
I would not have a slave to till my ground,
To carry me, to fan me while I sleep,
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I would not have a slave to till my ground,
To carry me, to fan me while I sleep,
And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth
That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd.