Maxioms by Robert Southey
Three things a wise man will not trust,
The wind, the sunshine of an April day,
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Three things a wise man will not trust,
The wind, the sunshine of an April day,
And woman's plighted faith.
She comes majestic with her swelling sails,
The gallant Ship: along her watery way,
Homeward she drives read more
She comes majestic with her swelling sails,
The gallant Ship: along her watery way,
Homeward she drives before the favouring gales;
Now flirting at their length the streamers play,
And now they ripple with the ruffling breeze.
"How does the Water
Come down at Lodore?"
"How does the Water
Come down at Lodore?"
Ambition is an idol, on whose wings great minds are carried only to extreme; to be sublimely great or to read more
Ambition is an idol, on whose wings great minds are carried only to extreme; to be sublimely great or to be nothing.
