Maxioms by Thomas Gray
To warm their little loves the birds complain.
To warm their little loves the birds complain.
When your courtyard twists, do not pour the water abroad.
When your courtyard twists, do not pour the water abroad.
The meanest floweret of the vale,
The simplest note that swells the gale,
The common sun, the read more
The meanest floweret of the vale,
The simplest note that swells the gale,
The common sun, the air, the skies,
To him are open paradise.
And weep the more, because I weep in vain.
And weep the more, because I weep in vain.
