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!
The aspiring youth that fired the Ephesian dome
Outlives, in fame, the pious fool that rais'd it.
The aspiring youth that fired the Ephesian dome
Outlives, in fame, the pious fool that rais'd it.
Now, by St. Paul, the work goes bravely on.
Now, by St. Paul, the work goes bravely on.
I've lately had two spiders
Crawling upon my startled hopes--
Now though thy friendly hand has brushed read more
I've lately had two spiders
Crawling upon my startled hopes--
Now though thy friendly hand has brushed 'em from me,
Yet still they crawl offensive to mine eyes:
I would have some kind friend to tread upon 'em.
