Maxioms by William Cowper
In indolent vacuity of thought.
In indolent vacuity of thought.
Oh to have a lodge in some vast wilderness. Where rumors of oppression and deceit, of unsuccessful and successful wars read more
Oh to have a lodge in some vast wilderness. Where rumors of oppression and deceit, of unsuccessful and successful wars may never reach me anymore.
The things that mount the rostrum with a skip,
And then skip down again, pronounce a text,
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The things that mount the rostrum with a skip,
And then skip down again, pronounce a text,
Cry hem; and reading what they never wrote
Just fifteen minutes, huddle up their work,
And with a well-bred whisper close the scene!
Still ending, and beginning still.
Still ending, and beginning still.
Ever let the Fancy roam,
Pleasure never is at home.
Ever let the Fancy roam,
Pleasure never is at home.
