Maxioms by Edward Young
Is there a tongue like Delia's o'er her cup,
That runs for ages without winding up?
Is there a tongue like Delia's o'er her cup,
That runs for ages without winding up?
Like our shadows, Our wishes lengthen as our sun declines.
Like our shadows, Our wishes lengthen as our sun declines.
Who does the best that circumstance allows,
Does well, acts nobly, angels could no more.
Who does the best that circumstance allows,
Does well, acts nobly, angels could no more.
A land of levity is a land of guilt.
A land of levity is a land of guilt.
How his eyes languish! how his thoughts adore
That painted coat, which Joseph never wore!
He shows, read more
How his eyes languish! how his thoughts adore
That painted coat, which Joseph never wore!
He shows, on holidays, a sacred pin,
That touch'd the ruff, that touched Queen Bess' chin.
