Maxioms by Thomas Gray
To warm their little loves the birds complain.
To warm their little loves the birds complain.
Loose his beard, and hoary hair
Stream's, like a meteor, to the troubled air.
Loose his beard, and hoary hair
Stream's, like a meteor, to the troubled air.
Not all that tempts your wandering eyes
And heedless hearts is lawful prize,
Not all that glisters read more
Not all that tempts your wandering eyes
And heedless hearts is lawful prize,
Not all that glisters gold.
And shut the gates of mercy on mankind.
And shut the gates of mercy on mankind.
Scatter plenty o'er a smiling land.
Scatter plenty o'er a smiling land.
