Maxioms by William Cowper
Doing good,
Disinterested good, is not our trade.
Doing good,
Disinterested good, is not our trade.
He whistles as he goes, light-hearted wretch,
Cold and yet cheerful; messenger of grief
Perhaps to thousands, read more
He whistles as he goes, light-hearted wretch,
Cold and yet cheerful; messenger of grief
Perhaps to thousands, and of joy to some.
Variety's the very spice of life,
That gives it all its flavour.
Variety's the very spice of life,
That gives it all its flavour.
Me therefore studious of laborious ease.
Me therefore studious of laborious ease.
They best can judge a poet's worth,
Who oft themselves have known
The pangs of a poetic read more
They best can judge a poet's worth,
Who oft themselves have known
The pangs of a poetic birth
By labours of their own.
