Maxioms by William Watson 1
And sanguine hope through every storm of life,
Shoots her bright beams, and calms the internal strife.
And sanguine hope through every storm of life,
Shoots her bright beams, and calms the internal strife.
Roses grow on thorns and honey wears a sting.
Roses grow on thorns and honey wears a sting.
Oh Ignorance
Thou art fall'n man's best friend!
Oh Ignorance
Thou art fall'n man's best friend!
Satan finds some mischief still
For idle hands to do.
Satan finds some mischief still
For idle hands to do.
Mix with your grave designs a little pleasure;
Each day of business has its hour of leisure.
Mix with your grave designs a little pleasure;
Each day of business has its hour of leisure.
