Maxioms by James Beattie
He thought as a sage, though he felt as a man.
He thought as a sage, though he felt as a man.
Mine be the breezy hill that skirts the down;
Where a green grassy turf is all I crave,
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Mine be the breezy hill that skirts the down;
Where a green grassy turf is all I crave,
With here and there a violet bestrown,
Fast by a brook or fountain's murmuring wave;
And many an evening sun shine sweetly on my grave.
Old age come on apace to ravage all the clime.
Old age come on apace to ravage all the clime.
No jealousy their dawn of love o'ercast,
Nor blasted were their wedded days with strife;
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No jealousy their dawn of love o'ercast,
Nor blasted were their wedded days with strife;
Each season looked delightful as it past,
To the fond husband and the faithful wife.
