Maxioms by Oliver Goldsmith
They shall knaw a file, and flee unto the mountains of Hepsidam
whar the lion roareth and the Wang read more
They shall knaw a file, and flee unto the mountains of Hepsidam
whar the lion roareth and the Wang Doodle mourneth for its first
born--ah!
I find you want me to furnish you with argument and intellects
too. No, sir, these, I protest you, read more
I find you want me to furnish you with argument and intellects
too. No, sir, these, I protest you, are too hard for me.
Round its breast the rolling clouds are spread,
Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Round its breast the rolling clouds are spread,
Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
And, e'en while fashion's brightest arts decoy,
The heart, distrusting, asks if this be joy.
And, e'en while fashion's brightest arts decoy,
The heart, distrusting, asks if this be joy.
Hoards after hoards his rising raptures fill;
Yet still he sighs, for hoards are wanting still.
Hoards after hoards his rising raptures fill;
Yet still he sighs, for hoards are wanting still.