Maxioms by Matthew Prior
Or have you mark'd a partridge quake,
Viewing the towering falcon nigh?
She cuddles low behind the read more
Or have you mark'd a partridge quake,
Viewing the towering falcon nigh?
She cuddles low behind the brake:
Nor would she stay; nor dares she fly.
The winds grow high;
Impending tempests charge the sky;
The lightning flies, the thunder roars;
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The winds grow high;
Impending tempests charge the sky;
The lightning flies, the thunder roars;
And big waves lash the frightened shores.
They never taste who always drink;
They always talk who never think.
They never taste who always drink;
They always talk who never think.
Though bitter, good medicine cures illness. Though it may hurt,
loyal criticism will have beneficial effects.
Though bitter, good medicine cures illness. Though it may hurt,
loyal criticism will have beneficial effects.
