Maxioms by Thomas Hood
But who would rush at a benighted man, and give him two black eyes for being blind?.
But who would rush at a benighted man, and give him two black eyes for being blind?.
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!
A hungry stomach rarely despises rough food.
A hungry stomach rarely despises rough food.
Take her up tenderly,
Lift her with care;
Fashioned so slenderly,
Young and so read more
Take her up tenderly,
Lift her with care;
Fashioned so slenderly,
Young and so fair!
A man of refined taste and judgment.
A man of refined taste and judgment.
