Maxioms by William Watson 1
The rills of pleasure never run sincere,
(Earth has no unpolluted spring)
From the cursed soil some read more
The rills of pleasure never run sincere,
(Earth has no unpolluted spring)
From the cursed soil some dang'rous taint they bear;
So roses grow on thorns, and honey wears a sting.
Oh Ignorance
Thou art fall'n man's best friend!
Oh Ignorance
Thou art fall'n man's best friend!
