Maxioms by John Gay
From wine what sudden friendship springs?
From wine what sudden friendship springs?
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.
Life is a jest; and all things show it.
I thought so once; but now I know it.
Life is a jest; and all things show it.
I thought so once; but now I know it.
With thee conversing I forget the way.
With thee conversing I forget the way.
Why is the hearse with scutcheons blazon'd round,
And with the nodding plume of ostrich crown'd?
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Why is the hearse with scutcheons blazon'd round,
And with the nodding plume of ostrich crown'd?
No; the dead know it not, nor profit gain;
It only serves to prove the living vain.
