Maxioms by John Gay
Brother, brother; we are both in the wrong.
Brother, brother; we are both in the wrong.
All in the Downs are fleet was moor'd.
All in the Downs are fleet was moor'd.
Give me, kind Heaven, a private station,
A mind serene for contemplation:
Title and profit I resign;
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Give me, kind Heaven, a private station,
A mind serene for contemplation:
Title and profit I resign;
The post of honor shall be mine.
How many saucy airs we meet,
From Temple Bar to Aldgate street!
How many saucy airs we meet,
From Temple Bar to Aldgate street!
Thus shadow owes its birth to light.
Thus shadow owes its birth to light.
