Maxioms by Thomas Gray
When your courtyard twists, do not pour the water abroad.
When your courtyard twists, do not pour the water abroad.
Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield:
Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke:
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Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield:
Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke:
How jocund did they drive their team a-field!
How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!
Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere,
Heaven did a recompense as largely send;
He gave read more
Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere,
Heaven did a recompense as largely send;
He gave to misery (all he had) a tear,
He gain'd from Heaven ('twas all he wish'd) a friend.
To brisk notes in cadence beating
Glance their many-twinkling feet.
To brisk notes in cadence beating
Glance their many-twinkling feet.
To warm their little loves the birds complain.
To warm their little loves the birds complain.