Maxioms by William Cowper
Praise enough
To fill the ambition of a private man,
That Chatham's language was his mother-tongue.
Praise enough
To fill the ambition of a private man,
That Chatham's language was his mother-tongue.
God made the country and man made the town.
God made the country and man made the town.
Wisdom and goodness are twin-born, one heart
Must hold both sisters, never seen apart.
Wisdom and goodness are twin-born, one heart
Must hold both sisters, never seen apart.
God made the country, and man made the town.
God made the country, and man made the town.
Oh, for a lodge in some vast wilderness,
Some boundless contiguity of shade,
Where rumour of oppression read more
Oh, for a lodge in some vast wilderness,
Some boundless contiguity of shade,
Where rumour of oppression and deceit,
Of unsuccessful or successful war,
Might never reach me more!
