Maxioms by Colley Cibber
The aspiring youth that fired the Ephesian dome
Outlives, in fame, the pious fool that rais'd it.
The aspiring youth that fired the Ephesian dome
Outlives, in fame, the pious fool that rais'd it.
Stolen sweets are best.
Stolen sweets are best.
Losers must have leave to speak.
Losers must have leave to speak.
Now, by St. Paul, the work goes bravely on.
Now, by St. Paul, the work goes bravely on.
Oh, say! what is that thing call'd light,
Which I must ne'er enjoy?
What are the blessings read more
Oh, say! what is that thing call'd light,
Which I must ne'er enjoy?
What are the blessings of the sight?
Oh, tell your poor blind boy!
