Maxioms by John Gay
Brother, brother; we are both in the wrong.
Brother, brother; we are both in the wrong.
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.
How many saucy airs we meet,
From Temple Bar to Aldgate street!
How many saucy airs we meet,
From Temple Bar to Aldgate street!
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.
Cowards are cruel, but the brave
Love mercy, and delight to save.
Cowards are cruel, but the brave
Love mercy, and delight to save.