Maxioms by Colley Cibber
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.
Losers must have leave to speak.
Losers must have leave to speak.
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!
Persuasion tips his tongue whene'er he talks.
Persuasion tips his tongue whene'er he talks.
