Maxioms by William Cowper
Where tempests never beat nor billows roar.
Where tempests never beat nor billows roar.
Defend me, therefore, common sense, say
From reveries so airy, from the toil
Of dropping buckets into read more
Defend me, therefore, common sense, say
From reveries so airy, from the toil
Of dropping buckets into empty wells,
And growing old in drawing nothing up.
It chills my blood to hear the blest Supreme Rudely appealed to on each trifling theme.
It chills my blood to hear the blest Supreme Rudely appealed to on each trifling theme.
Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds,
Exhilarate the spirit, and restore
The tone of languid Nature.
Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds,
Exhilarate the spirit, and restore
The tone of languid Nature.
We are his,
To serve him nobly in the common cause,
True to the death, but not read more
We are his,
To serve him nobly in the common cause,
True to the death, but not to be his slaves.