Maxioms by John Gay
A woman scorn'd is pitiless as fate,
For then the dread of shame adds stings to hate.
A woman scorn'd is pitiless as fate,
For then the dread of shame adds stings to hate.
Originality provokes originality.
Originality provokes originality.
With thee conversing I forget the way.
With thee conversing I forget the way.
My tongue within my lips I rein:
For who talks much must talk in vain.
My tongue within my lips I rein:
For who talks much must talk in vain.
Lash'd into Latin by the tingling rod.
Lash'd into Latin by the tingling rod.
