Maxioms by Aaron Hill
She was one of those who by fortune's boon
Are born, as they say, with a silver spoon
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She was one of those who by fortune's boon
Are born, as they say, with a silver spoon
In her mouth, not a wooden ladle.
The mind flies back with a grand recoil
From debts not due till to-morrow.
The mind flies back with a grand recoil
From debts not due till to-morrow.
Mere verbiage,--it is not worth a carrot!
Why Socrates or Plato--where's the odds?--
Once taught a jay read more
Mere verbiage,--it is not worth a carrot!
Why Socrates or Plato--where's the odds?--
Once taught a jay to supplicate the Gods,
And made a Polly-theist of a Parrot!
The doctors gave her over--to an ass.
The doctors gave her over--to an ass.
Tender handed stroke a nettle,
And it stings you for your pains;
Grasp it like a man read more
Tender handed stroke a nettle,
And it stings you for your pains;
Grasp it like a man of mettle,
And it soft as silk remains.
