Maxioms by John Gay
Who hath not heard the rich complain
Of surfeits, and corporeal pain?
He barr'd from every use read more
Who hath not heard the rich complain
Of surfeits, and corporeal pain?
He barr'd from every use of wealth,
Envies the ploughman's strength and health.
How bless'd, how envied, were our life,
Could we but scape the poulterer's knife!
But man, curs'd read more
How bless'd, how envied, were our life,
Could we but scape the poulterer's knife!
But man, curs'd man, on Turkeys preys,
And Christmas shortens all our days:
Sometimes with oysters we combine,
Sometimes assist the savory chine;
From the low peasant to the lord,
The Turkey smokes on every board.
With thee conversing I forget the way.
With thee conversing I forget the way.
Cowards are cruel, but the brave
Love mercy, and delight to save.
Cowards are cruel, but the brave
Love mercy, and delight to save.
How many saucy airs we meet,
From Temple Bar to Aldgate street!
How many saucy airs we meet,
From Temple Bar to Aldgate street!
