Maxioms by John Gay
Life is a jest; and all things show it. I thought so once; but now I know it.
Life is a jest; and all things show it. I thought so once; but now I know it.
I hate the man who builds his name
On ruins of another's fame.
I hate the man who builds his name
On ruins of another's fame.
Good housewives all the winter's rage despise,
Defended by the riding-hood's disguise;
Or, underneath the umbrella's oily read more
Good housewives all the winter's rage despise,
Defended by the riding-hood's disguise;
Or, underneath the umbrella's oily shade,
Safe through the wet on clinking pattens tread,
Let Persian dames the unbrella's ribs display,
To guard their beauties from the sunny ray;
Or sweating slaves support the shady load,
When eastern monarchs show their state abroad;
Britain in winter only knows its aid,
To guard from chilling showers the walking maid.
All in the Downs are fleet was moor'd.
All in the Downs are fleet was moor'd.
