Maxioms by John Gay
A woman scorn'd is pitiless as fate,
For then the dread of shame adds stings to hate.
A woman scorn'd is pitiless as fate,
For then the dread of shame adds stings to hate.
Good housewives all the winter's rage despise,
Defended by the riding-hood's disguise;
Or, underneath the umbrella's oily read more
Good housewives all the winter's rage despise,
Defended by the riding-hood's disguise;
Or, underneath the umbrella's oily shade,
Safe through the wet on clinking pattens tread,
Let Persian dames the unbrella's ribs display,
To guard their beauties from the sunny ray;
Or sweating slaves support the shady load,
When eastern monarchs show their state abroad;
Britain in winter only knows its aid,
To guard from chilling showers the walking maid.
Basically, I no longer work for anything but the sensation I have
while working.
Basically, I no longer work for anything but the sensation I have
while working.
No retreat. No retreat. They must conquer or die who've no retreat.
No retreat. No retreat. They must conquer or die who've no retreat.
From wine what sudden friendship springs?
From wine what sudden friendship springs?
