Maxioms by Unknown
Vain, froward child of empire, say,
Are all thy playthings snatched away?
Vain, froward child of empire, say,
Are all thy playthings snatched away?
Grief diminishes when it has nothing to grow upon.
Grief diminishes when it has nothing to grow upon.
With what knot shall I bind this Proteus, who is ever shifting
his ground?
With what knot shall I bind this Proteus, who is ever shifting
his ground?
Lips that touch liquor will never touch mine.
Lips that touch liquor will never touch mine.
God is a comedian playing to an audience too afraid to laugh.
God is a comedian playing to an audience too afraid to laugh.
