Maxioms by John Gay
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.
"I cannot raise my worth too high;
Of what vast consequence am I!"
"Not of the importance read more
"I cannot raise my worth too high;
Of what vast consequence am I!"
"Not of the importance you suppose,"
Replies a Flea upon his nose;
"Be humble, learn thyself to scan;
Know, pride was never made for man."
Fair is the kingcup that in meadow blows,
Fair is the daisy that beside her grows.
Fair is the kingcup that in meadow blows,
Fair is the daisy that beside her grows.
No retreat. No retreat. They must conquer or die who've no retreat.
No retreat. No retreat. They must conquer or die who've no retreat.
The rising blushes, which her cheek o'er-spread,
Are opening roses in the lily's bed.
The rising blushes, which her cheek o'er-spread,
Are opening roses in the lily's bed.
