Maxioms by Thomas Haynes Bayly
The rose that all are praising
Is not the rose for me.
The rose that all are praising
Is not the rose for me.
Fear not, but trust in Providence,
Wherever thou may'st be.
Fear not, but trust in Providence,
Wherever thou may'st be.
I'd be a butterfly, born in a bower,
Where roses and lilies and violets meet.
I'd be a butterfly, born in a bower,
Where roses and lilies and violets meet.
O give me new figures! I can't go on dancing
The same that were taught me ten seasons ago;
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O give me new figures! I can't go on dancing
The same that were taught me ten seasons ago;
The schoolmaster over the land is advancing,
Then why is the master of dancing so slow?
It is such a bore to be always caught tripping
In dull uniformity year after year;
Invent something new, and you'll set me a skipping:
I want a new figure to dance with my Dear!
She wore a wreath of roses,
The night that first we met.
She wore a wreath of roses,
The night that first we met.
