Maxioms by Aaron Hill
Behold him in conceited circles sail,
Strutting and dancing and now planted stiff,
In all his pomp read more
Behold him in conceited circles sail,
Strutting and dancing and now planted stiff,
In all his pomp of pageantry, as if
He felt the eyes of Europe on his tail.
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.
"Rogue that I am," he whispers to himself,
"I lie, I cheat--do anything for pelf,
But who read more
"Rogue that I am," he whispers to himself,
"I lie, I cheat--do anything for pelf,
But who on earth can say I am not pious?"
For man may pious texts repeat,
And yet religion have no inward seat.
For man may pious texts repeat,
And yet religion have no inward seat.
Just as the felon condemn'd to die--
With a very natural loathing--
Leaving the sheriff to dream read more
Just as the felon condemn'd to die--
With a very natural loathing--
Leaving the sheriff to dream of ropes,
From his gloomy cell in a vision elopes,
To caper on sunny greens and slopes,
Instead of the dance upon nothing.