Maxioms by Thomas Haynes Bayly
Fear not, but trust in Providence,
Wherever thou may'st be.
Fear not, but trust in Providence,
Wherever thou may'st be.
'Tis godlike to have power, but not to kill.
'Tis godlike to have power, but not to kill.
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.
She wore a wreath of roses,
The night that first we met.
She wore a wreath of roses,
The night that first we met.
