Maxioms by Robert Southey
Cold is thy hopeless heart, even as charity.
Cold is thy hopeless heart, even as charity.
While Washington hath left
His awful memory,
A light for after times.
While Washington hath left
His awful memory,
A light for after times.
. . . make the abhorrent eye
Roll back and close.
. . . make the abhorrent eye
Roll back and close.
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.
And so never ending,
But always descending.
And so never ending,
But always descending.
