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.
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.
"Is there no hope?" the sick man said,
The silent doctor shook his head,
And took his read more
"Is there no hope?" the sick man said,
The silent doctor shook his head,
And took his leave with signs of sorrow,
Despairing of his fee to-morrow.
Excuse me, then! you know my heart;
But dearest friends, alas! must part.
Excuse me, then! you know my heart;
But dearest friends, alas! must part.
