Maxioms by David Garrick
Prologues like compliments are loss of time;
'Tis penning bows and making legs in rhyme.
Prologues like compliments are loss of time;
'Tis penning bows and making legs in rhyme.
Heaven sends us good meat, but the devil sends us cooks.
Heaven sends us good meat, but the devil sends us cooks.
Let others hail the rising sun:
I bow to that whose course is run.
Let others hail the rising sun:
I bow to that whose course is run.
Their cause I plead--plead it in heart and mind;
A fellow-feeling makes one wondrous kind.
Their cause I plead--plead it in heart and mind;
A fellow-feeling makes one wondrous kind.
I've that within for which there are no plasters.
I've that within for which there are no plasters.
