Maxioms by John Bunyan
The more he cast away the more he had.
The more he cast away the more he had.
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.
Her prentice han' she tried on man,
And then she made the lasses O!
Her prentice han' she tried on man,
And then she made the lasses O!
