Maxioms by John Gay
So comes a reck'ning when the banquet's o'er,
The dreadful reckn'ning, and men smile no more.
So comes a reck'ning when the banquet's o'er,
The dreadful reckn'ning, and men smile no more.
Fools may our scorn, not envy, raise.
For envy is a kind of praise.
Fools may our scorn, not envy, raise.
For envy is a kind of praise.