Maxioms by George Crabbe
The wife was pretty, trifling, childish, weak;
She could not think, but would not cease to speak.
The wife was pretty, trifling, childish, weak;
She could not think, but would not cease to speak.
The face the index of a feeling mind.
The face the index of a feeling mind.
"What is a church?"--Our honest sexton tells,
'Tis a tall building, with a tower and bells.
"What is a church?"--Our honest sexton tells,
'Tis a tall building, with a tower and bells.
In this fool's paradise, he drank delight.
In this fool's paradise, he drank delight.
