Extol not riches then, the toil of fools,
The wise man’s cumbrance, if not snare, more apt
To slacken virtue and abate her edge
Than prompt her to do aught may merit praise.
John Milton (1608-74), Paradise Regained.
Extol not riches then, the toil of fools,
The wise man’s cumbrance, if not snare, more apt
To slacken virtue and abate her edge
Than prompt her to do aught may merit praise.
John Milton (1608-74), Paradise Regained.
Notes from the Compiler
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