Maxioms by Edward Young
A man of pleasure is a man of pains.
A man of pleasure is a man of pains.
Oh, how portentous is prosperity!
How comet-like, it threatens while it shines.
Oh, how portentous is prosperity!
How comet-like, it threatens while it shines.
We nothing know, but what is marvellous;
Yet what is marvellous, we can't believe.
We nothing know, but what is marvellous;
Yet what is marvellous, we can't believe.
An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave; legions of angels can't confine me there.
An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave; legions of angels can't confine me there.
The qualities all in a bee that we meet,
In an epigram never should fail;
The body read more
The qualities all in a bee that we meet,
In an epigram never should fail;
The body should always be little and sweet,
And a sting should be felt in its tail.
