Maxioms by Thomas Hood
One more unfortunate
Weary of breath,
Rashly importunate,
Gone to her death!
One more unfortunate
Weary of breath,
Rashly importunate,
Gone to her death!
A man of refined taste and judgment.
A man of refined taste and judgment.
A bad reader soon puts to flight both wise men and fools.
A bad reader soon puts to flight both wise men and fools.
She stood breast-high amid the corn,
Clasp'd by the golden light of morn,
Like the sweetheart of read more
She stood breast-high amid the corn,
Clasp'd by the golden light of morn,
Like the sweetheart of the sun,
Who many a glowing kiss had won.
Jasmine is sweet, and has many loves.
Jasmine is sweet, and has many loves.
