Maxioms by Hannah More
No adulation; 'tis the death of virtue;
Who flatters, is of all mankind the lowest
Save he read more
No adulation; 'tis the death of virtue;
Who flatters, is of all mankind the lowest
Save he who courts the flattery.
A crown! what is it?
It is to bear the miseries of a people!
To bear the read more
A crown! what is it?
It is to bear the miseries of a people!
To bear the miseries of a people!
And sink beneath a load of splendid care!
Fell luxury! more perilous to youth
Than storms or quicksands, poverty of chains.
Fell luxury! more perilous to youth
Than storms or quicksands, poverty of chains.
Going to the opera, like getting drunk, is a sin that carries its own punishment with it.
Going to the opera, like getting drunk, is a sin that carries its own punishment with it.
He liked those literary cooks
Who skim the cream of others' books;
And ruin half an author's read more
He liked those literary cooks
Who skim the cream of others' books;
And ruin half an author's graces
By plucking bon-mots from their places.
