Maxioms by John Gay
That Raven on yon left-hand oak
(Curse on his ill-betiding croak)
Bodes me no good.
That Raven on yon left-hand oak
(Curse on his ill-betiding croak)
Bodes me no good.
I hate the man who builds his name on the ruins of another's fame.
I hate the man who builds his name on the ruins of another's fame.
Variety's the source of joy below,
From whence still fresh-revolving pleasures flow,
In books and love the read more
Variety's the source of joy below,
From whence still fresh-revolving pleasures flow,
In books and love the mind one end pursues,
And only change the expiring flames renews.
The coquets of both sexes are self-lovers, and that is a love no other whatever can dispossess.
The coquets of both sexes are self-lovers, and that is a love no other whatever can dispossess.
