Maxioms by John Bunyan
Yestreen, when to the trembling string
The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha',
To thee my fancy read more
Yestreen, when to the trembling string
The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha',
To thee my fancy took its wing;
I sat, but neither heard nor saw.
Care, mad to see a man sae happy,
E'en drouned himsel amang the nappy.
Care, mad to see a man sae happy,
E'en drouned himsel amang the nappy.
But pleasures are like poppies spread:
You seize the flower,--its bloom is shed.
But pleasures are like poppies spread:
You seize the flower,--its bloom is shed.
Saint abroad, and a devil at home.
Saint abroad, and a devil at home.
And last, the crown of a' my grief.
And last, the crown of a' my grief.
