Maxioms by William Cowper
In indolent vacuity of thought.
In indolent vacuity of thought.
There is a pleasure in poetic pains,
Which only poets know.
There is a pleasure in poetic pains,
Which only poets know.
. . . glory built
On selfish principles is shame and guilt.
. . . glory built
On selfish principles is shame and guilt.
Whoever keeps an open ear
For tattlers will be sure to hear
The trumpet of contention.
Whoever keeps an open ear
For tattlers will be sure to hear
The trumpet of contention.
They best can judge a poet's worth,
Who oft themselves have known
The pangs of a poetic read more
They best can judge a poet's worth,
Who oft themselves have known
The pangs of a poetic birth
By labours of their own.
