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.
And last, the crown of a' my grief.
And last, the crown of a' my grief.
He who bestows his goods upon the poor shall have as much again, and ten times more.
He who bestows his goods upon the poor shall have as much again, and ten times more.
Tam lo'ed him like a vera brither;
They had been fou for weeks thegither.
Tam lo'ed him like a vera brither;
They had been fou for weeks thegither.
