Maxioms by John Gay
The rising blushes, which her cheek o'er-spread,
Are opening roses in the lily's bed.
The rising blushes, which her cheek o'er-spread,
Are opening roses in the lily's bed.
In every age and clime we see,
Two of a trade can ne'er agree.
In every age and clime we see,
Two of a trade can ne'er agree.
The coquets of both sexes are self-lovers, and that is a love no other whatever can dispossess.
The coquets of both sexes are self-lovers, and that is a love no other whatever can dispossess.
I hate the man who builds his name
On ruins of another's fame.
I hate the man who builds his name
On ruins of another's fame.
