Maxioms by Thomas Moore
Rich and rare were the gems she wore,
And a bright gold ring on her wand she bore.
Rich and rare were the gems she wore,
And a bright gold ring on her wand she bore.
Find me next a Poppy posy,
Type of his harangues so dozy.
Find me next a Poppy posy,
Type of his harangues so dozy.
Humility, that low, sweet root,
From which all heavenly virtues shoot.
Humility, that low, sweet root,
From which all heavenly virtues shoot.
To Greece we give our shining blades.
To Greece we give our shining blades.
Though an angel should write, still 'tis devils must print.
Though an angel should write, still 'tis devils must print.
