Maxioms by Matthew Prior
But, when the wit began to wheeze,
And wine had warm'd the politician,
Cur'd yesterday of my read more
But, when the wit began to wheeze,
And wine had warm'd the politician,
Cur'd yesterday of my disease,
I died last night of my physician.
Do not unto another that which you would not he should do unto
you.
Do not unto another that which you would not he should do unto
you.
Ev'n so, with all submission, I
. . . .
Send you each year a homely letter,
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Ev'n so, with all submission, I
. . . .
Send you each year a homely letter,
Who may return me much a better.
A Rechabite poor Will must live,
And drink of Adam's ale.
A Rechabite poor Will must live,
And drink of Adam's ale.
