Maxioms by Edward Young
He calls his wish, it comes; he sends it back,
And says he called another; that arrives,
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He calls his wish, it comes; he sends it back,
And says he called another; that arrives,
Meets the same welcome; yet he still calls on;
Till one calls him, who varies not his call,
But holds him fast, in chains of darkness bound,
Till Nature dies, and judgment sets him free;
A freedom far less welcome than this chain.
A land of levity is a land of guilt.
A land of levity is a land of guilt.
Then lady Cynthia, mistress of the shade,
Goes, with the fashionable owls, to bed.
Then lady Cynthia, mistress of the shade,
Goes, with the fashionable owls, to bed.
What folly can be ranker. Like our shadows,
Our wishes lengthen as our sun declines.
What folly can be ranker. Like our shadows,
Our wishes lengthen as our sun declines.
