Maxioms by Thomas Hood
How bravely Autumn paints upon the sky
The gorgeous fame of Summer which is fled!
How bravely Autumn paints upon the sky
The gorgeous fame of Summer which is fled!
The Autumn is old;
The sere leaves are flying;
He hath gather'd up gold,
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The Autumn is old;
The sere leaves are flying;
He hath gather'd up gold,
And now he is dying;--
Old age, begin sighing!
The Quaker loves an ample brim,
A hat that bows to no Salaam;
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The Quaker loves an ample brim,
A hat that bows to no Salaam;
And dear the beaver is to him
As if it never made a dam.
A cup concealed in the dress is rarely honestly carried.
A cup concealed in the dress is rarely honestly carried.
A word once spoken cannot be recalled.
A word once spoken cannot be recalled.
