Maxioms by Hannah More
In men this blunder still you find,
All think their little set mankind.
In men this blunder still you find,
All think their little set mankind.
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.
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.
Luxury and dissipation, soft and gentle as their approaches are,
and silently as they throw their silken chains about read more
Luxury and dissipation, soft and gentle as their approaches are,
and silently as they throw their silken chains about the heart,
enslave it more than the most active and turbulent vices.