Maxioms by Colley Cibber
Persuasion tips his tongue whene'er he talks.
Persuasion tips his tongue whene'er he talks.
Oh, say! what is that thing call'd light,
Which I must ne'er enjoy?
What are the blessings read more
Oh, say! what is that thing call'd light,
Which I must ne'er enjoy?
What are the blessings of the sight?
Oh, tell your poor blind boy!
Now, by St. Paul, the work goes bravely on.
Now, by St. Paul, the work goes bravely on.
So mourn'd the dame of Ephesus her Love,
And thus the Soldier arm'd with Resolution
Told his read more
So mourn'd the dame of Ephesus her Love,
And thus the Soldier arm'd with Resolution
Told his soft Tale, and was a thriving Wooer.
A weak Invention of the Enemy.
A weak Invention of the Enemy.
