Maxioms by George Crabbe
In this fool's paradise, he drank delight.
In this fool's paradise, he drank delight.
The wife was pretty, trifling, childish, weak;
She could not think, but would not cease to speak.
The wife was pretty, trifling, childish, weak;
She could not think, but would not cease to speak.
And took for truth the test of ridicule.
And took for truth the test of ridicule.
Come, now again, thy woes impart,
Tell all thy sorrows, all thy sin;
We cannot heal the read more
Come, now again, thy woes impart,
Tell all thy sorrows, all thy sin;
We cannot heal the throbbing heart
Will we discern the wounds within.
A sly old fish, too cunning for the hook.
A sly old fish, too cunning for the hook.
