Maxioms by Robert Herrick
I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers:
Of April, May, of June, and July flowers.
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I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers:
Of April, May, of June, and July flowers.
I sing of Maypoles, Hock-carts, wassails, wakes,
Of bridegrooms, brides, and of their bridal cakes.
A sweet disorder in the dresse
Kindles in cloathes a wantonnesse.
A sweet disorder in the dresse
Kindles in cloathes a wantonnesse.
No day is wholly unproductive of good.
No day is wholly unproductive of good.
Hell is no other but a soundlesse pit,
Where no one beame of comfort peeps in it.
Hell is no other but a soundlesse pit,
Where no one beame of comfort peeps in it.
None pities him that is in the snare, who warned before, would not beware
None pities him that is in the snare, who warned before, would not beware
