Maxioms by John Gay
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.
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.
Brother, brother; we are both in the wrong.
Brother, brother; we are both in the wrong.
A justice with grave justices shall sit;
He praise their wisdom, they admire his wit.
A justice with grave justices shall sit;
He praise their wisdom, they admire his wit.
