Maxioms by Colley Cibber
Oh, say! what is that thing call'd light,
Which I must ne'er enjoy?
What are the blessings read more
Oh, say! what is that thing call'd light,
Which I must ne'er enjoy?
What are the blessings of the sight?
Oh, tell your poor blind boy!
This business will never hold water.
This business will never hold water.
Now, by St. Paul, the work goes bravely on.
Now, by St. Paul, the work goes bravely on.
A weak Invention of the Enemy.
A weak Invention of the Enemy.
