Maxioms by Thomas Hood
One more unfortunate
Weary of breath,
Rashly importunate,
Gone to her death!
One more unfortunate
Weary of breath,
Rashly importunate,
Gone to her death!
'Tis strange how like a very dunce,
Man, with his bumps upon his sconce,
Has lived so read more
'Tis strange how like a very dunce,
Man, with his bumps upon his sconce,
Has lived so long, and yet no knowledge he
Has had, till lately, of Phrenology--
A science that by simple dint of
Head-combing he should find a hint of,
When scratching o'er those little pole-hills
The faculties throw up like mole hills.
There's a double beauty whenever a swan
Swims on a lake with her double thereon.
There's a double beauty whenever a swan
Swims on a lake with her double thereon.
And daisy-stars, whose firmament is green.
And daisy-stars, whose firmament is green.
A bad reader soon puts to flight both wise men and fools.
A bad reader soon puts to flight both wise men and fools.