Maxioms by Thomas Moore
Like Dead Sea fruit that tempts the eye,
But turns to ashes on the lips!
Like Dead Sea fruit that tempts the eye,
But turns to ashes on the lips!
Though an angel should write, still 'tis devils must print.
Though an angel should write, still 'tis devils must print.
In Adam's fall--
We sinned all.
In Adam's fall--
We sinned all.
Find me next a Poppy posy,
Type of his harangues so dozy.
Find me next a Poppy posy,
Type of his harangues so dozy.
This speck of life in time's great wilderness
This narrow isthmus 'twixt two boundless seas,
The past, read more
This speck of life in time's great wilderness
This narrow isthmus 'twixt two boundless seas,
The past, the future, two eternities!
