Maxioms by John Gay
All in the Downs are fleet was moor'd.
All in the Downs are fleet was moor'd.
How many saucy airs we meet,
From Temple Bar to Aldgate street!
How many saucy airs we meet,
From Temple Bar to Aldgate street!
When if or chance or hunger's powerful sway
Directs the roving trout this fatal way,
He greedily read more
When if or chance or hunger's powerful sway
Directs the roving trout this fatal way,
He greedily sucks in the twining bait,
And tugs and nibbles the fallacious meat.
Now, happy fisherman; now twitch the line!
How thy rod bends! behold, the prize is thine!
Those who in quarrels interpose, Must often wipe a bloody nose.
Those who in quarrels interpose, Must often wipe a bloody nose.
No retreat. No retreat. They must conquer or die who've no retreat.
No retreat. No retreat. They must conquer or die who've no retreat.
