Maxioms by Thomas Hood
A hungry stomach rarely despises rough food.
A hungry stomach rarely despises rough food.
The year's in wane;
There is nothing adorning;
The night has no eve,
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The year's in wane;
There is nothing adorning;
The night has no eve,
And the day has no morning;
Cold winter gives warning!
And daisy-stars, whose firmament is green.
And daisy-stars, whose firmament is green.
Over the brink of it
Picture it--think of it,
Dissolute man.
Lave in it--drink read more
Over the brink of it
Picture it--think of it,
Dissolute man.
Lave in it--drink of it
Then, if you can.
