Maxioms by James Beattie
How sweet the words of Truth, breath'd from the lips of Love.
How sweet the words of Truth, breath'd from the lips of Love.
Or merry swains, who quaff the nut-brown ale,
And sing enamour'd of the nut-brown maid.
Or merry swains, who quaff the nut-brown ale,
And sing enamour'd of the nut-brown maid.
'Twas thus by the glare of false science betray'd,
That leads to bewilder, and dazzles to blind.
'Twas thus by the glare of false science betray'd,
That leads to bewilder, and dazzles to blind.
Be ignorance thy choice, where knowledge leads to woe.
Be ignorance thy choice, where knowledge leads to woe.
