Maxioms by Thomas Haynes Bayly
'Tis godlike to have power, but not to kill.
'Tis godlike to have power, but not to kill.
Friends depart, and memory takes them
To her caverns, pure and deep.
Friends depart, and memory takes them
To her caverns, pure and deep.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder, Isle of Beauty, Fare thee well!
Absence makes the heart grow fonder, Isle of Beauty, Fare thee well!
Gayly the troubadour
Touched his guitar.
Gayly the troubadour
Touched his guitar.
There is a method in man's wickedness:
It grows up by degrees.
There is a method in man's wickedness:
It grows up by degrees.
