Maxioms by Thomas Hood
A man perfect to the finger tips.
A man perfect to the finger tips.
It is not linen you're wearing out,
But human creatures' lives.
It is not linen you're wearing out,
But human creatures' lives.
It was a childish ignorance,
But now 'tis little joy
To know I'm further off from heaven
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It was a childish ignorance,
But now 'tis little joy
To know I'm further off from heaven
Than when I was a boy.
Gold! Gold! Gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold.
Gold! Gold! Gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold.
The moon, the moon, so silver and cold,
Her fickle temper has oft been told,
Now shade--now read more
The moon, the moon, so silver and cold,
Her fickle temper has oft been told,
Now shade--now bright and sunny--
But of all the lunar things that change,
The one that shows most fickle and strange,
And takes the most eccentric range,
Is the moon--so called--of honey!
