Maxioms by John Gay
What will not luxury taste? Earth, sea, and air,
Are daily ransack'd for the bill of fare.
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What will not luxury taste? Earth, sea, and air,
Are daily ransack'd for the bill of fare.
Blood stuffed in skins is British Christians' food,
And France robs marshes of the croaking brood.
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.
My new straw hat that's trimly lin'd with green,
Let Peggy wear.
My new straw hat that's trimly lin'd with green,
Let Peggy wear.
What boots it on the lineal tree to trace
Through many a branch the founders of our race.
What boots it on the lineal tree to trace
Through many a branch the founders of our race.
