Maxioms by John Gay
The careful insect 'midst his works I view,
Now from the flowers exhaust the fragrant dew,
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The careful insect 'midst his works I view,
Now from the flowers exhaust the fragrant dew,
With golden treasures load his little thighs,
And steer his distant journey through the skies.
In every age and clime we see,
Two of a trade can ne'er agree.
In every age and clime we see,
Two of a trade can ne'er agree.
