Maxioms by Matthew Prior
Now fitted the halter, now travers'd the cart,
And often took leave; but was loth to part.
Now fitted the halter, now travers'd the cart,
And often took leave; but was loth to part.
The winds grow high;
Impending tempests charge the sky;
The lightning flies, the thunder roars;
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The winds grow high;
Impending tempests charge the sky;
The lightning flies, the thunder roars;
And big waves lash the frightened shores.
They never taste who always drink;
They always talk who never think.
They never taste who always drink;
They always talk who never think.
Let him be kept from paper, pen, and ink;
So may he cease to write, and learn to think.
Let him be kept from paper, pen, and ink;
So may he cease to write, and learn to think.
