Maxioms by Aaron Hill
The mind flies back with a grand recoil
From debts not due till to-morrow.
The mind flies back with a grand recoil
From debts not due till to-morrow.
The doctors gave her over--to an ass.
The doctors gave her over--to an ass.
But, oh! the love that gold must crown!
But, oh! the love that gold must crown!
Behold him in conceited circles sail,
Strutting and dancing and now planted stiff,
In all his pomp read more
Behold him in conceited circles sail,
Strutting and dancing and now planted stiff,
In all his pomp of pageantry, as if
He felt the eyes of Europe on his tail.
